Reveal to Me, Me. As I You.

reveal to me, me

Reveal to Me, Me. As I You.

A world of who I am has been proven
Out of touch with such pains I've funneled
Yet, they want one to take such blames
As, believe them over any child's history
And I shall not, even when they are all yelling
I've looked at the proof with calm in the storm
As I've been able to do for my heart-ed
Witness of dreams to compare with my steps
Even among such chaos dear to me
I've thought of him once too often
Because I wonder can he truly heal
As I hold on to every single healthy boundary
Because I walk my own path unencumbered
By manipulation of the desperate betrayer
For he wishes to prove himself intelligent
Based on such nonsense that only proves unwise
As low integrity-ed actions have had me
Turned away once more as I ponder
The same half healed plight I've seen
Can he wear integrity and gain such insight
Without those paths that broke me and still
Give him the chances to choose kindness
As much as everyone wants to turn away
From the asshole he can be, they want his hugs
So what does that define as sensitive man
Grew out of sensitive child pushed upon
By demon-guided-father that he loved
For I too am sensitive woman who
Did not choose any vile for a cape

Could he be the mother I am looking for
Inside and in a relationship of dust
As I wear the hat of Father to hold him
Could he remember not to be the one I left
Either in Man or Mother, I will not repeat
How much abuse he has given or taken
And different inks mark the newer poems
From a book full of two-paged thoughts of him
Will passages form their own doorways
As my layers have defined new peelings
Of another set of wings I hover in
Deciding which way I will turn again
He fumbles amends toward my needs
His actions may have been personal and heavy
But what I need to lighten such, is what I need
And not personal to him but a request
To repair his deed with what I require
Because it is empathy he's learned to
Master me, to touch me ever again
And how I've touched him once so deep
Making up is never just a line through
Such actions of words written on paper
But a dance back into a heart guarded
Rightfully bound as it may have to be
It wants to be freed to love him
Shall he recognize more than his own
Reflections to admire into a photograph
Or experiences, twisted into a joke
But ME, a woman, that could have been his

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