| i'm not supposed to let her see me cry |
Isabelle5
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I picture you in the dark, in muted grief, | 1 |
the kind that sits alone, rocking itself | 2 |
with quiet arms, as if afraid that being still | 3 |
means being dead, inside and out. | 4 |
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Imagining you there, from this strange distance, | 5 |
feeling your need, unable to respond | 6 |
as the leading man in this drama, | 7 |
but wishing to thrust into you, against your pain, | 8 |
the only way men know to comfort - | 9 |
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safe in the quest of your flesh, we rest, | 10 |
even as our blood runs guilty - | 11 |
we see your tears but cannot stop | 12 |
to question their meaning. | 13 |
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If I am the author of this sadness, | 14 |
do I leave you some hope to cling to | 15 |
or should I walk away, pretending | 16 |
that your love never touched me? | 17 |
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Do you know I realize we communicated | 18 |
far beyond our skin? | 19 |
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Do you know that is why my arms | 20 |
are wrapped coldly around my bones, | 21 |
rocking me in muted grief? | 22 |
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If I stop, I might die. | 23 |
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