Accepted
To you who gives me meaning
I sit here reading.
Reading the words off of you.
You who feigns feelings,
Who feigns care.
My acceptance means nothing
To your cold stoned body.
Your words are a template
of mundane joy.
I read emotion.
I read sincerity.
And in you
I see them not.
To feel the pride,
The pride that I should feel,
I need her voice,
A voice of genuine care.
From you I got nothing.
No pride. No joy.
But from her lips,
From her mouth,
The leveys brake.
The stream leaves its watershed.
The dry cracked flesh softens.
And I feel complete.
I feel accomplished.
To me she is pride.
She gives you meaning.
Your uncaring acceptance,
Becomes my life’s gold medal,
through her benevolent lips.
(2013)
