The Untitled
It was his ability to care
A simple task, yet so many lacked the ability
As if putting a smile on my face was a goal
The simple things were valued, and shared
I must say, his laugh was poison
Deliberately seducing my ears
It was his ability to capture my attention with one word
He read me
Like a book, he saw the depth to my pages
Slowly turning the pages... he read my story
He dissected my brain with an unsteady ease
It was to satisfy the curiosity that itched through his finger tips
The questions twisted through his tongue just as fast as they were pulled back
It was his ability to care
He watch the boundaries around me
He stared up at the walls I’ve spent years building
And he looked through them all
I stood bare in this clear box
Unable to hide behind my walls
Because he read me
Because he cared..
(2015)
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