I
love you, these three words
Slowly slid from my lips
Floating through the air
Wafting gently to the ground
I
knew that my love
Deeper than the pain
Draped across my chest
Would never be seen
The reflection of her own
Mirrored the syncopated
Stutter of my own heartbeat
Knowing that my soul
Needing her soul like
A
bird needing wings.
I
needed her.
I
wanted to believe.
To make me a believer.
To believe that my days
Would begin with her
My nights ending beside her.
I
wanted to belong
To someone who would never belong to me.
But I persist. In my iniquity,
I
persist.
Knowing that what I wanted
was
not mine to be had.
~Musatye Rutledge, student
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