Tuesday, March 19, 2013

#1

Please

don’t leave me


she silently pleads through eyes that are wide and deep-set and dark

and sometimes, to you,

they may look hollow; empty even

but that’s only because you’re trying to convince yourself that she’s heartless.

Because you can’t grasp the concept of her,

how she can smile and wink with one side of her face and scowl with the other.

she may tell you

f*** off

in even fewer words than that,

but that’s only cos the fewer words she gives you,

the smaller glimpse you get

into her soul.

It is beautiful, though, you know.

Exquisite, even.

It may be poorly tended but

underneath the overgrowth

lies a rosegarden.

And she’s cautious.

Of course she’s cautious;

no one but her has ever set foot in it or even seen it.

She wants to open up to you,

to give you the key and invite you in

but

you haven’t given her any reason to believe that

you won’t stomp in

with muddy boots

and trample everything she’s spent her whole life protecting.

Just give her patience.

Time.

Keep quietly watering her soul from a distance

and put on your shiniest dress-shoes.

Just please don’t give up on her

yet.

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