(your hands were up)

A symbol of surrender
But I was intimidated by your vulnerability
I emptied the barrel
Ink bled across the page.

Self/Abnegation

I would have flown to her then
Kissed her like I was
Fighting death’s lips
Demanded her to spend the rest of her life
Tied up with mine
If only just once she had said
She didn’t want me.

Instead,
She smiled.

I couldn’t possibly justify
Loving her perfect patient heart
With my own unraveling soul.

I rest my head now
In the shadow of her lap
And pray that one night
I escape the echo of her tears.