Words falling precipitously
From lips non-judgmental.
Animosity formed slowly within
Each passing glance
Knowing
--Glass half empty--
Is a pessimistic stance
To confront egregious undertones
Empty is accurate
When houses are not
Really homes..
I fired purposeful shots
Of abuse –
My hands weren’t clean
By far..
Hoping I’d raise the bar
Of truth a little
By vocalizing lines of
Stifled passion..
(((Yet)))
Those hints never made
It past your altered ego
This winter just might be
A little too cold…
For me..
Penned encounters
Inside moistened pages
Of a diary tear-stained..
Worn down with truths
I was never too eager to say
--So--
I poured them out
Through solitude’s vanity..
Only bounded paper heard the
Sighs of pain
Caught in unspoken poetry..
Dawns and dusks captured
In chronicles of
Moments absent of lust
For love and life..
I’ve left
{{Graphic clues…}}
Remember each secret
I quietly penned
Inside a reflective journal
That was meant for
You…

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