Resistance

A Poem

Photo by Donald Giannatti on Unsplash

i take my time,
echoing in the pull of you —
but you don’t see it, can never see it

l e s t i b r e a k

and the bitter blue song of you
calls to me in the missives
until i’m trapped in your ethereal gaze,

listless,

sorry,

fueled —

until all i ask is a quiet reprieve
(anything to get you away
from the truth of me,
from the heart of me,
from anything that screams alive)

and it’s a wonderment,
in and of itself,
that i’m standing at the precipice —
knocking at your door —

and you answer,
delighted,
so sure of yourself —

but really you aren’t, are you?

i see the pain behind your eyes.

every moment bleeds free until i can’t stop it
(can never stop it, not at once, not now,
not ever, ever, ever)