When it Does Not Need to Be Said, it is True
Passion pink
dripping from your words
only changes shades
to stain memories
with something sweet,
never bitter. In conflict,
forgiveness is a muse.
Contempt lies awake each night,
because it has no place here.
Never an experiment,
I have become independent
and still you are a part of me.
You are water, capable
enough to drown me,
but instead you carry my body
in your arms when I’m weary.
Sometimes storms toss the boat,
but no rogue waves.
Words are at a loss
when your actions
call my name.
Red lips, honey hair glide by,
but you don’t get hypnotized.
You notice I’m nervous
and make me bloom inside.
My thorns of yesterday have fallen.
If I was ever in pain, it is now forgotten.
Your smile reaches your eyes,
and if we fight, I don’t hold fear
in mine. You only say you want
to understand, and you learn
my language to take notes
on your hands.
I held them and
the ink is still there.
I know you care.