To your constant glance
I plead
That you acknowledge all that is incomplete
In me...
All that is unsturdy
In my unsubstantial reasons
And unsteady words
(Maybe they will sound like truth tomorrow?)
And remember
That I am ready
I try to eliminate this dullness
Analyzing even the most prosaic of moments
And falling
Through the imperfections
Past the flawless mornings
( I don't want to be reminded
of any flawless morning
without you...)
And into insecurity
...Familiar
I am learning to trust in your innocence
And to test my own patience...
...How long can I stay here?
Underneath this moonlight
Lack of life emblazoned in my mind
Wondering
What color the sunset
Will be tomorrow?
I only know so many ways to understand myself...
And sometimes
The effort is blinding
I walk toward emptiness
Oblivious to where I am going
Inside
Where I am content to lose myself
Unaware of my ingenuous tendency
To seclude myself
From those who
Understand
Without the need for trial
I breathe in all that I am capable of holding
And in a moment of despair
I notice that your eyes are so tragic...
Like Blue
And decide
That this could be perfect
