I am a man of my word.
I am
Really
I am
I swear
I promise
I try so so hard,
But when I'm fucking stupid,
These words of mine get lost.
There's a coin,
Two sides,
On one, "I'll leave him if I must choose, please don't make me choose-",
On the other "I promise I won't go."
But it's a weighted coin, if such a thing is possible,
Because if made to flip it, the fate I begged to avoid,
Then the coin will, and did,
land on heads.
It is in the nature of loving others that I find myself fallen into the pit,
Something unavoidable and entirely terrifyingly dark and gloomy,
Because when I see you, my life is alight,
I feel warm and wanted yet somehow not fully at ease,
Feet and hands begging to begin something,
When I'm with him my life is calm,
My tides are pulled and my mind soothed,
And I am able to rest into the embrace of an endless night,
And with each of you I wonder "wouldn't it be wonderful to be with them forever?"
And then I see the other,
And I am lulled, pulled, swayed,
By gravity that is not my own.
I think to myself "who would I want more?"
And each time I see the other I remember just how deep my affection flows, and
swims, and
crashes, and
freezes.
And so I follow the fate of a weighted coin,
And I tread the path while poison ivy strokes my ankles,
And whispers of revolution tickle my ears,
And stray thoughts fly over my head to be swatted like mosquitos,
And I itch with what will never be.
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PoesíaVent poetry It's frowned upon putting your heart on your sleeve with such a weak code like a three number pin. For both of our sakes I hope you aren't the type to spend your time digging your claws in and working to decode someone else's words an...
