I'm firm in my idea/experiences that some of us are incapable of anything close to love. |
-I Complicate You- by Keaton Foster Shush Truth Sleep I’ll speak Silence Sets me loose Sure I could talk When you’re awake But My words Always faked I pretend Like I know Like I understand Love But I don’t Never have Never will A master At faking A pro at taking With very little giving Just how it is We once stood Both you and I At the alter In front of God And a church Full of unknowing fools We pledged our love A one sided commitment If there ever was Because I am emotionless I feel nothing at all Not an ounce of love Not a smidgen of pain Nothing that falls between All of my ability To truly feel Was raped away Back in the day Back in the darkness Of what I Am unable to relate You have no idea Such things ostracize People like me Those responsible Are dead Those who know Are dead as well Their secrets I’ll never come to tell I complicate you I have taken you A perfect specimen Of human existence And I have managed To chisel away At your solemn ways Bit by bit Chip by chip I don’t want you like me But rather I want you in spite of me It’s just what I do You won’t be the first Nor the last It will take much time Probably most of our lives But I’m not going anywhere And either are you I complicate you There my love is the truth I’ll only confess it As you sleep As you dream Maybe of a choice That you once made And what it now means I don’t know Nor do I care Impossible Is all fear Incapable I am most sincere This is what I do What I know The way that I was shaped The method of how I was made Turned upon those Who have found a way to love A man that loves them back Least of all… I Complicate You Written by Keaton Foster Copyright © 2014. |