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If only it were that easy

I hide behind a curtain of words
each one chosen with intention
placed with care
so as not to anger expose

(you)

the parts I dont want you to see
the parts I want to obscure

I cover myself with the transparent blanket of honesty
but you claim I’m cold.
I give you the throw of comfort.
Isn’t it safe and warm?

no, discomfort.

Are my words sweeter, like honey, now?
A razor blade- honey or not- still cuts.
What will you have me do?

you’ll see what you want to see
hear what you want to hear
because I’m very good at this
spinning words with a twist

and because of your dissonance

but if you stop to lift one of the words

careful, the edges are sharp

you’ll see what im saying

the other side of the coin- the implication of other

you’ll see me
my private thoughts for your mind, untested
theyll make you angry because you’ll see them as an accusation

how can it be- a statement of fact- the truth
an observation of
your own words- more damning than
any question levied at your identity

you assail me with your ignorance
with the things you leave unsaid
the questions you don’t ask

What do you think about that?

But I’m the villain and the evidence
that takes us to the destination
your thoughts’ origin

the last place we want to be
my words’ origin
a place of pain and misery

it’s cold here with you.

Let’s trade blankets and our dis-ease
Let’s tear down the curtain and be vulnerable
and be sweet and sour and broken

still, i wait here
unchosen.