The way I want it
A poetic confession
2 min readMay 30, 2024
Why won't
You
Things
Be
The way I want
Pliable
To what I feel is right
Clearly...
I am.
But you have your own opinion
As you should
How strongly you cling to it..
Almost as fervently as I clasp mine
Wills colliding
Taking sides
No steps backward
Or long relaxing strides
Only crashing cymbals
Clashing love
(...and I know.. that this all stems from hurt.. but it is buried so deep, evading words and explanations.. inaccessible) And so..
It feels so clichéd
When the rising of brows
Makes me feel Like exploding
The force
Sending you up
Past
the highest clouds
Maybe,
for some perspective