If I could take back my words
which ones would I remove from your memory?
Living in a vacuum where words never matter
until they are spoken pure and true
is difficult when I don't know your mind.
No one can explain what is real
unless they have intimate knowledge of the truth.
Is it really supposed to set me free,
or is it just another trap set by poachers
encroaching on the territory of my heart?
If I could know your intentions,
perhaps I would be more open to the chance
that love can rise in my heart without those
waxen wings melting from the heat of your sun.
But my mistakes of innocence cause my doom.
You have no reliable secret messenger
to send your dispatches to me with honor.
So I find myself continuing in error,
confused by all that you have left unsaid
and I cannot read your missive's invisible ink.
In truth, I cannot even know if you care
or if you've given me just enough rope.
My tears are hot and I can barely breathe
and yet I can never count on your love's gift
because my name is nowhere on the tag.
Why am I damned by your shy silence?
All I can count on is that I always care
despite the apparent fact that you don't
even hold me in mediocre regard.
So I continue to die by microscopic degrees.
©2008 Cynth Bage
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(He's a guy. Guys have to learn all about feelings and relationships. Be up front with him. If he can't promise anything, you'll either have to put up with it or find another. And there are plenty out there!)