I used to think you were arrogant.
Defiantly self-solid. You fought.
You would turn your back
To any attack,
And with viper's tongue cut your retort.
You cared nothing for opinion,
Being sure to avoid the in set.
Individual,
Black and casual,
Idiosyncratic and secret.
Then you trusted me and showed me you.
Lit some of those recesses for me.
Dusty depths explored,
Some trickled, some poured,
Sometimes bare-nerved sensitivity.
And the open you is much lighter.
The true you is the strong man I see.
I know there's still grey
You keep locked away.
What you let show is enough for me.
Your love for me is unquestioning:
No conditions, no small print, no ifs.
The security
You have given me
Has allowed my life's focus to shift.
And I'm better and we are better.
Eight years on, its not about reserve.
Quiet unity,
Gentle amity,
Grown up, moved on, different kind of love.
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Poems From an Odd Person
PoezjaOddments of verses written from very young to now. All mine. Some daft, some extremely personal, some rather dismal... All poetry is a mirror of something.
