Some ask why I wait underneath
timeless sheets of invisibility.
I'd promise to explain if to attain
I felt you had the ability.
Not to insult, but it's always 'his' fault
whenever I hear you talk of your woes.
I won't dismiss the claim you make...
because it takes two, I suppose.
But in that vein lies the truth
your lips hide often scheme to hide,
the heartbeats full of pain
and defeat felt deeply on his side.
Even with regrets sharp as pin pricks
the only thoughts that remain are his sins;
Your wars rage on both stage and page
despite the end result: no one wins.
My gaze turns cold when looking your way
because of the ice staring back at me.
The fiery darts sent to my eye sight
warns that a hookup spells catastrophe.
I know heartbreak and schemes
when I smell them approaching;
Fine threads and body types
with selfish motives encroaching.
I know the familiar material
from the repeating scripts that you read.
"A Good man is hard to find"
Is both your motto and creed.
Magazines, articles, videos, and soundbytes
to validate excuses to distrust,
all to form the common conclusion
that all men fall victim to lust.
For years I've wondered
If your eyes the truth would notice,
if a time would come
where you'd change your focus,
if maturity would ever be
the language you would dare to pour
instead of a stance from which to spar,
where love can start with the will to love
admit our stance and start where we are.
Believe me, I know your pains
and share in the shedding your tears,
But I refuse to be the one to suffer
over one's past, insecurities, and fears.
As daring as I am for the sake of love,
I'm willing to risk loneliness as my fate.
To love truly means all to me,
So until love appears, I wait.
(c) 7-29-13, Nyne Elementz
timeless sheets of invisibility.
I'd promise to explain if to attain
I felt you had the ability.
Not to insult, but it's always 'his' fault
whenever I hear you talk of your woes.
I won't dismiss the claim you make...
because it takes two, I suppose.
But in that vein lies the truth
your lips hide often scheme to hide,
the heartbeats full of pain
and defeat felt deeply on his side.
Even with regrets sharp as pin pricks
the only thoughts that remain are his sins;
Your wars rage on both stage and page
despite the end result: no one wins.
My gaze turns cold when looking your way
because of the ice staring back at me.
The fiery darts sent to my eye sight
warns that a hookup spells catastrophe.
I know heartbreak and schemes
when I smell them approaching;
Fine threads and body types
with selfish motives encroaching.
I know the familiar material
from the repeating scripts that you read.
"A Good man is hard to find"
Is both your motto and creed.
Magazines, articles, videos, and soundbytes
to validate excuses to distrust,
all to form the common conclusion
that all men fall victim to lust.
For years I've wondered
If your eyes the truth would notice,
if a time would come
where you'd change your focus,
if maturity would ever be
the language you would dare to pour
instead of a stance from which to spar,
where love can start with the will to love
admit our stance and start where we are.
Believe me, I know your pains
and share in the shedding your tears,
But I refuse to be the one to suffer
over one's past, insecurities, and fears.
As daring as I am for the sake of love,
I'm willing to risk loneliness as my fate.
To love truly means all to me,
So until love appears, I wait.
(c) 7-29-13, Nyne Elementz