I'd
give a penny (times twenty;
I'm
poor, you know) for every time
I
could open up my head and heart
And
put you there so you could see
Every
time I think of you, or see you,
Or
witness you in your
Endless,
beautiful action;
Or
just you, quiet, unmoving
(Which
is rare) without your
Arsenal
of self-assuring practices
You
ensconce and you bulwark
Yourself
with, even though
You
are so more-than-perfect,
And
daresay more-so, perfect,
Just
the way you are:
The
way you wear your heart
Inside
the tiny creases of your brow, as you
Carry
those around you on a back
That
yes, is broad, but tired, and
No
one sees that, and you try to reason with
Yourself
that you
Prefer
it that way.
The
way your voice grows softer,
Almost-growling
when you try to
Let
your defense down, but still
Are
scared and trying to deny the fact
That
you have needs and
Wants
that you have finally
Attempted
to accept; if not
For
my sake.
The
way you could be one who drives the
Biggest,
most expensive car
And
wear the best, expensive clothes
And
talk the highest, haughty talk
(As
you have the right to!)
Walk
the least-besoiling walk
Above
the people you’ve committed to
Like
those who put you there
So horribly do;
So horribly do;
But
there you are, chin-deep in grease
And
running breathlessly and grinning
With
your tray of service, honesty,
Betraying
who you are.
The
way you stop.
Lie
down amongst the strangest places:
On
the very floor where those you serve
Have
sprung from.
Or the way you look
When you place fingers to face
And close your eyes,
And are,
Thinking no one is looking.
Or the way you look
When you place fingers to face
And close your eyes,
And are,
Thinking no one is looking.
Or,
the way you come through for me
The
way I need
Each
time
Each
way
Each unexpected moment
Of each day,
Infusing life back into me
Each unexpected moment
Of each day,
Infusing life back into me
Beyond
what I possibly could have
Envisioned
for myself by far.
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