Speak
“When we fall in love,
We’re just falling…
In love with ourselves,
We’re Spiraling” ~Keane
Speak, and forever hold me in chaos
For I will sift my way through the toughest stains of your heart
Clipping words in your anger,
You call upon me once again
And with soft words, I reply in disembodiment
So that you may fulfill your frustrating thoughts
And you say to me, almost coldly,
“Please, speak up!”
Shall I hold you in your frustrations,
To give my unnecessary say?
What shall I speak of,
To blow your demons away?
Speak, up or down, my friend
For my love for you goes beyond my hate for me
Stopping my heart from happiness,
You call upon me time and time again
And with brutal words, you listen in pieces
So that I may sink into my absorbing softness again
As I say to you, so gently,
“Please, go on…”
Will you hold me when I weep?
When my mysterious silence disturbs you?
Or will you continue to speak,
As my demons devour me?
Go on......please...
Copyright © Laura Breidenthal | Year Posted 2014
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