September 4, 2013
I am not ideal for you – and I know it
There’s nothing I can do not to show it.
It is gnawing at my heart,
It’s been there from the start,
And it’s growing.
Can’t say yes – and can’t say no. I am changing.
It is way too soon to go, or start pledging
That’s a birth of (a) newer self –
Or a very fancy death
Of a fledgling.
Nothing’s sure, nothing’s clear – no pretenses.
You are also not ideal, (all) pins and fences
Yet, the truth cannot be stopped,
And the knowledge starts to drop
Making whole what once was broke, clock is turning
Drops of water break the rock, stop the burning…
After all that has been real,
We have never been ideal –
But we’re learning.
September, 4, 2013