What makes you think I care not for your suffering?
Have these tears that collide with every dose of wisdom you've bestowed upon me not been enough?
The fact I remain here, draining myself of my very sense of worth, should validate my scars...
you know well it's not what I want to do.
So it is I who suffers to scrape out these words, torn from the very fabric of my being.
Every syllable, ripped through flesh and bone to shine here for you...
in an effort to perhaps prove what little worth remains
We speak of a sense of purpose
while picnicking on a riverbank on a quilt stitched by a woman we've both forgotten
and you talk to me of goals and ambition...
using poetic metaphors in an attempt to blindside my senses
but you have tried too hard for too long
and I know where your motives lie.
Forgive me that I do not crave the same.
I know how much easier your life was when I was willing to pretend I shared your dream.
I know I leave you now, here on this sundrenched afternoon
wondering where you went wrong.
It's my own fault you ever thought you were right. I let you believe it
having not the courage to admit I had been living a life not my own.
You deserve your dreams.
Never doubt that.
As I too, deserve mine.
Please stop trying to change me
I know myself too well now to willingly allow you to smother me
and the fight will only get worse.
They say pick your battles wisely
why does it have to be a battle at all?
It's OpenLinkNight once again at dVersePoets...and I get to host the party. I've enjoyed my poetry slow-down over the past couple of weeks but know if I let it go any longer, the dues I'll have to pay to find my way back could prove fatal! Here's to the words...