SolderingA Poem by Blank_fortunes
I could've systemize her Rummage Sale.
Tail tucked between my knees. But there was not an item on that sidewalk that meant more than her to me. In one hand she held hatred in her other Solemn disbelief. My hands were full of sweat. There was a sidewalk somewhere in-between. With my hands being of no use to either of us I hung them shamefully at my side. I Admitted my wrong doing and let my chest absorb her punches as she cried. calling me every name I deserved I had earned it rightfully. I listened to her yells I gave audience to her screams. I asked her to forgive me for being human and reassured her that she was right to sell everything. With no thought put behind it I betrayed everything that ever meant anything to me. The only thing I couldn't live without was seconds from leaving me. We were but two pliable metal threads twisting fate with faith I begged her to try once more to intertwine her trust with a man who has been attempting perfection Something that I am now aware that was an impossibility. But I need to be able to talk to her and be completely honest and she do the same with me. Because there is constantly things on my mind of which I need to discuss and/or release. We are as delicate as the filigree and so is every waking moment that you will spend with me. So sell anything that you would like. But don't take you away from me.
© 2015 Blank_fortunesAuthor's Note
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