Facts

You are the one I love. That's all.
You know I do abjectly. You say
I cannot be seen with you. I step
Away, but I come back, and, when
I do, you want me near. The odds
Of us becoming, really, anything
Are close to nil, but I know you
Depend on me to strike the match
Which lights your darkness.
I don't want to see you fall.
Instead, I'll see you to an exit.
One day, you will have to leave,
I'll acquiesce. I am abject.
You are the one I love.



Poetry by Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2015-01-30 at 20:06

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