my Wish

my only Wish is to be understood,

by you who is enthralled by me,

or even by the other you I’ve impaired,

my Wish is for you to hold true my indignity,

my vicious tongue of complexity; of perplexity,

circumstances decided my fate for me, and;

through consequences my course altered,

my pathway, my route, my highway �" undelivered,

I am confused, not by your beauty but by the level of it,

I am mystified and shocked not by your glistens,

but by the degree of my reflection I see in it,

I am courageous of my predictions of us,

I am confident that our confusion would fade…

…One fine day perhaps.

 

I cannot give the world to you �" not yet,

neither can I give you to the world…

…For you are vital to my existence,

I can offer you one thing and one thing only; for now,

but in an extraordinary abundance,

and that are those of splendid words and sweet melodies,

occasional surprises and my benign act of love,

I cannot promise much, although I hope to be understood,

although I hope my clarity in emotions are guided through you,

like blood in your veins, like sweat in your pores; crystals in your eyes,

my wish is to be tacit, to be absorbed in your worthiness,

to launder what I think is corrupted and unclean.

 

my Wish, never was it my command, shall be yours,

but hold dear, for my wish is fragile, vulnerable…weak,

do not degrade or mortify my infatuation for you,

do not bond my inability to my passion for you,

though I may not have offered what is desired by you,

my zeal, my enthusiasm…my craze revolves around you,

believe me when I say I hold my words in a hangar,

never will I breach our contract of trust and mutuality,

my Wish needs to be deeply understood…by you,

my Wish, ultimately, is for you to accept a fact,

a fact that says I am tripping, in a literal sense,

not over soft toys or carcasses; nor dead bodies,

I am falling, tripping, stumbling and faltering at the sight of you.

 

though my Cries are unheard by many,

my Wish, through the course of life, is for you to hear them,

for you to soak them up; and…

…Understand that I am captivated by you, beguiled by you,

Please…

do not let me fall to death for you,

for if I have no other means,

I will have no other ways other than death to parade to you,

to show you, to illustrate to you like a painting,

that for you; for life and for always,

in my empty chair,

I care…