What am I to you?
A simple question—
I can’t ask
You are broken
And haunted by fear—
So am I
What don’t you want me to hear
That you must whisper—
When I’m not around?
Don’t listen
When my thoughts scream too loud—
For I’m afraid that you do
What would you show me
If I could look through your eyes—
For just a moment?
I want you to see the colors
That stand out against the monochrome—
When I look hard enough
What would you want to hear
If I could find the right words—
That won’t hurt?
I want you to tell me
All I’ve done wrong—
That I don’t already know
Who would you have me be
If I said I’d change for you—
Only if you’d ask?
You?
I expect nothing from you—
But to be honest with me.
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Ecotone | 2021
PoesíaMoving on from a year in Ecotone. Some things to leave behind in 2021. The best and worst of words.
