How do I tell you
The years have tried
My heart
More than time
Has aged me
And the tribulations
Of my soul
Remain for you
And only you?
Every step I take
With cautious trepidation
For fear
Of discombobulation
Of a relationship I
Uphold
Beyond all else.
How do I describe
The concern I feel
For your well-being
When distance
Holds still further apart,
As if
We were dragged away,
A Romeo and Juliet
In the making?
But what might I do
If you are not
My Romeo?
To what avail
Might it be
If I strip my soul bare,
Wear my heart on my sleeve
And you
Refuse me?
I'd just as soon
Steel
My heart,
Boast
My independence,
My singularity,
Forever the flagrant villain,
Than shed
Even a single tear
For want of you.
I'd rather lie
And break
My own heart
Than face
Your rejection.
And if this path
Leads to my destruction?
I shall welcome it
With open arms
Because then
I'd still have you.
If I am to be
Poisoned,
Shattered,
Broken,
Better by my own hand
And no other.
About the Creator
Rachel Prett
I'm a poet and a fiction writer. I can write quite decent essays, but I'd rather tell stories of the heart and speak with my whole soul.
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