koushi,
just as easily,
accepted me.
he told me
"it was fine,"
but his throat was cracking,
his eyes lowering,
and i know why-
me.
he never asked me what i said,
but they were words all the same,
and he could tell,
those walls in my heart,
never crumbling,
rock solid,
cold,
cold,
heart,
that my lips would not strive to say it again.
slightly,
tugging at his heartstrings,
and ripping them by hand,
with my very own fingers,
i raise up his chin,
and he does so,
because i think that selfish part of him,
wants me to see.
i cup his cheeks with my hands,
giving myself that warmth i hadn't felt.
"i'm sorry,"
and now,
with that fragmented thinking of mine,
i think i can tell him the truth,
but it reverts back,
so i don't,
but tears spill just as equally,
and for that brief moment,
i
am
genuine.
human warmth,
feels nice,
i tell myself.
that selfish portion of us,
let's us hold each other,
so both,
can gain what they want,
and by doing that,
both can be happy,
under that influence,
of human greed,
a trait given to us,
far too much.
