a meek foretelling of my side of the story's end: excerpt from "i won't fly away confessional series"

and now you

you saunter in

while i was still in hiding

trying to heal

trying to find direction

you serenade me with the hope and sincerity of the holidays

and make me laugh out loud

exposing me

and all the happiness i had quietly hoped for

yet never admitted to

you turn my head

while lingering in the shadows

seemingly intentionless

yet you speak of good intentions

privately

drawing me and my free will out into the open

it’s not fair

you offer no music

simply words

sweet words

meaningless? or rather just fleeting?

either way i am left behind

no more to break

simply a hole that gets deeper and deeper

and achingly beautiful songs

gather

to take your place in the nighttime