Hmmm Such Seriousness

When my pen would drag against my paper, like sinking ink blots into nonsensical darkness,

He would laugh,
Grin ear to ear at my dark poetic soul.

My words crumbling under his honest light.

And I would smile,
Laughing as he stole the seriousness from my words.

He was gifted at that.
Skilled at scooping every last bit of satire from my heart.

Ripping the pen from my hand, as if to taunt me.
Me on tip toe, trying to grab it back.

But the truth was......
There was nothing that I needed to defend.

Life with him WAS poetry.

I felt safe letting my vulnerabilities graze his ears.
I felt safe allowing his judgement to wash over me.

Like how he believed that I thought too much,
And he was right.

Too much about love and such.
Too much about past's and future's that never arrived.

But in our moments, when his gaze was upon my face, I was at peace.

My pen free to drop from my hand.......

We were the written prose and poems I would never need to write about,
Only live.