4/30/19 | Still
Despite all the sunshine
There is rain in the softness of your touch
And whisper in your voice.
If all this time is wasted
On the false promises
I make up in my head,
How many more times do I need to justify
The inevitable heartbreak
For a temporary high?
All the warnings I tell myself
Don’t seem to compare
To the feeling I get when your hands
Hold the very insecurities
I’m afraid to share with anyone.
I shouldn’t take these sorts of things as seriously as I do
But I can’t help the voices
In my head
That prevent me from experiencing
The short-lived romance
Of a fleeting encounter
That only lasts mere minutes.
I’d rather spend my time investing in the intricacies
And allowing those moments to build
Into the trust and attention
All this time
You’ve been the one warning me
But I think you have it backwards.
You are the one that should be weary around
The brokenness of my being
The stifled tears I shed at night
And the distrust I have for everyone
In a corner of my mind
Rests a chair
For you to sit and take a break
And perhaps then will you hear the faint cry
You can stay there
For as long as you like
Because even if it isn’t forever,
The company is nice for now.