Please
Please don’t say you love me
as you turn your back,
or utter a sweet “goodnight”
as though we’re even friends.
Don’t bury yourself deeper
in the mud of concrete suppositions
I’m fighting to free you from.
Perhaps you think it’s been erased
with a tearful “I’m sorry” or two
promised so long ago.
Maybe you are oblivious
to how a girl longs for a man
to tell her who she is,
that she’s captivating,
and set the standard high
for how men should treat his daughter.
Acrid anger eats me to rust,
but I search for healing.
I honestly try to think
you treasure me deep inside.
I truly want to believe
you merely aren’t aware how it hurts
with each smile I don just for you
and that you don’t realize
I have a bleeding heart
that loves you.
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One Comment
- Steve replied:
Simple and Honest and Uncontrived - I like this.
July 2nd, 2009 at 4:47 PM. Permalink.