Would you be,
any fonder of me,
if I suddenly chose,
to start listening?
Would you decide,
to more deeply confide,
the darkness behind,
your odd eccentricities?
Shall I unbind,
this heart of mine,
lay it down on your table,
where the other parts lie?
I suppose you’d prefer,
if I acted just like her:
if I loved co-dependently,
full-time, live-in “fluffer”;
If I leaned on you, heavily,
with intentions only pure?
a dead weight weighing down,
the coat-tails in your future;
Would you choose to diffuse again?
if I checked my levels of estrogen,
had my words been better chosen,
would I have someday been forgiven?
What if, instead of,
this twisted notion of “love”,
I recognized one evening,
the ill fit of your glove;
and the day soon arrives,
with my wide open eyes,
seeing things the way that I,
should’ve seen them, by and by;
all you’ll…
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