Poignant Ruse

Resolutions became
personifications of an undignified past
presently occupied inside love’s coffin.
Buried alive without the will to outlast,
holding breath steadily, waiting for the seal to crack.

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He said
I’ll be right back. I’ll stay right here.
I said
I started burning bridges, and meddled with fear.
Circumstances confronted
to lay our misguided plans.
We dialogued in harmony,
but forgot to forgive our hands..
My hands touched him, not like before.
We were losing, slowly.
He kissed my forehead, while
I implored,

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“Take my dreams inside your own.
I need safety.
Driving with you down this road
Has made me realize
I don’t feel so safe after all..”


Baby?

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Distant looks of disappointment
peering close to visualize the visuals
I induced.
He saw
A fixed truce.
Threw the cards down, since the game
Was labeled as a poignant ruse.

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But, no…let’s not think that.
Games are for those who have time
To play them.
Bonds exist for those who vow never
To break them.
Hence, the trick is….



You
just have to trust
Me.


But, trust doesn’t come that easy.
Now does it?