Letters to Dandelion Read Free

toe?
     
    What? If anything, hurts more or less?
     
    I would never hurt you… my precious…
     
    Cause when I look at you, I see me standing there.
     
    Sometimes doubting myself.
    Careful not to say the wrong things,
    Cracking a smile, when I may want to crack a skull.
     
    (Especially my own)
     
    Walking alone a victor and sometimes a victim.
     
    Lying in the sun, resting and breathing – My skin, heaving –
                Air pulsating under my body, the many scars and
gouges from
     
    Lies
                Hard Words,
    Deceptions,
                Broken Trust,
    Anger … and
                Disappointments.
     
    Need I say more?
    Need I spread more?   (pain after all of this realization
of it?)
    I’d rather die…
     
    I would never hurt you …
     
    And the only reason I can say this, is because,
    I’ve tasted pain’s soulless sting –
     
    Been in the clutches of anger,
                Behind the imprisonment of separation –
    Walked the hollow void of betrayal-
                And screamed through tears of abandonment-
     
    I would never hurt you …
     
    For you can’t see the tears that have dried into this paper,
to confirm this to you.
     
    These are not tears of sadness, but tears of great Joy!
     
                In my ability to clearly tell you this.
     
    that
     
    I would never hurt you …
     
    Just because ….

I bought a painting
    For a
girl.
    For our house.
    Out of love.
     
    But all I got
    from her,
    was pushed away,
    with a shove –
     
    Because of her perception,
    that her life was over,
    yet her heart still beat
    within her precious chest.
     
    Her eyes were like stone,
    while she still laughed about
    the road, now much harder
    as it glistened with flint.
     
    I begged her to end her stint
    of inversion, because the
    equation held three other
    integers, and a math problem
    will work out, or you scrap
    the board.
     
    I held her tiny, soft hand
    on a late night ride, and
    told her I loved her, but
    she was quite snide.
     
    But, I don’t mind – I understand
    where she is. I’ve seen worse
    and I know the curse – of
    a tender heart, which is what
    I know she’s got.
     
    I mentioned she is my other half,
    my beautiful, non-conjoined twin.
    I want her to know everything –
    about me, cause there’s nothing
    to hide – right my fan base?
     
    I would like her next to me,
    at night, breathing softly,
    shivering a little, as my fat,
    wraps up all the blankets,
    and I cover her with my
    body to give her ease.
     
    To comfort her through
    defective dreams and nurture
    her while in this state.
     
    Moments exist of great
    self- torture and a journey
    within to debate – to scale grey
    mountains of doubt in order
to eradicate the venomous
    villains of past insurgents.
     
    I want to be her warrior, if
    only she would knight me
    an ally and together, side by
    side we can fight her battles
    to reduce her troubles. Trust –
    I have my own, and my wars
    continue on all levels with
    no ray of stoppage in sight.
     
    We are both getting older,
    the clock is ticking and the
    road is thinning. Who said
    life was a punishment
    assignment – just go ask
    the cheery, fat, happy rich-os
    next door – (well, not in my
    neighborhood.)  And not
hippos in any zoo either.
     
    Bottom line is – I love her.
    I want to do with her, not
    try – I’ve tried and failed
    before, and in some things,
    failure is not an option.
     
    So, I pursue, her, with hope in my
    heart, purity in my words. A quill
    of poetry to hunt her down and my
arms open with my heart flowing.
     
    Shields up Scotty, we need to be
prepared for battle.
     
    Because she’s a handful.
     
    And all I have, is I painting
I bought for her.

I knew you once.
    Before
     
    I don’t know when,
    But I knew when I walked through your door.
     
    The feeling was strong,
    so crushingly strong.
     
    I loved you once. Over time.
     
    And I fought for you,
    Always. As I am doing right