Unconditional

"private"

There are poems
I can't bear to read more
than once
For I cringe at the tone
of desperation and I
curse myself for writing
them in the first place

I guess there are thoughts
that make much more sense
when they remain stuck in
my head
for they appear
to be gibberish when
I put them on paper

So it could be true
that there are things in life
and there is love in our journey
that must only be kept personal
to make meaning
because when they're
shared with others
they would be
tarnished
questioned
and tainted with
shallow human thinking
and rules on what is love
and what isn't

And so there are poems I
refuse to write
there are paragraphs in notebooks
only I have access to
Because only in my mind or
in these unsent letters
do they hold
magnitude and intensity
that do not require
justification