I am afraid of the truth, and for good reason
It speaks of longings I cannot acquire
Of strengths given into weakness
Of gratitude stolen, not inspired
It tells of sadness and disappointment
Carries the bitter honesty of lies
It has been so long since I was truly happy
Been forever since I was startled by my own sighs
Sighs born of wakefulness and wanting
Brought forth by hands, tongue, heat
The solace of silence
Where satisfaction and contentment meet
That is where I find you
Within the comfort of bitter and sweet
Of a memory that warms like melting sugar
Yet pierces with desires incomplete
You lie beyond my senses
The outline of your presence constant and still
Never close enough for reaching
But not so far I fear I never will
Sink beneath the weight of your kisses
Bend beneath the potency of your touch
Breathe in the scent of your significance
Stilling the me that hastens too much
I am afraid of the truth and for good reason
It does not grant me a place to hide
It discovers me naked, defenseless
It was no one but me to whom I lied