The Final Truth

THE FINAL TRUTH

So here I am wearing my heart on my sleeves

To the tip of my fingers tempting to pour out

All its felt but untold emotions on this blank

Piece of paper. Words are still my closest friend,

They know the true story about me and the thoughts

That always crowd my mind when I’m alone with self

Trying to make sense of who I’ve became, and

Who hurt me so bad that I should despise love with all

That it stands for even when I’ve seen one person that my

Heart could be capable to love with all that it’s made of. Trying to

Make sense of things and feelings I always try to

Run away from in broad day light because I do

Not wanna be perceived as weak and emotional.

Words are still my best friends and right now they

Carry my heart and they refuse for me to lie in this poem.

They refuse for me to use them in hiding things.

And they refuse for me to bottle them up in my thoughts.

So here comes the truth in the perfect match of black

And white. Here comes the truth that has blossomed like fresh flowers

Newly sprung in spring. Here comes the truth revealing

The I in me, revealing the self. Here comes the truth, it had

To be told, I’ve sold myself in loneliness and lies for far too

Long now, when all I was longing for was just you.

your warm hands perfectly tucked in mine, your head safely rested

Upon my shoulders, and if you lifted it just one ounce your

Chick will be against mine and I would just long to lift your

Chin; tilt your head till my lips meet yours. This picture is just

All I’ve been constructing in my mind ever since I knew you.

I know this I’ve never told you, and you have studied

Me concluded that I possess a rare phobia of commitment,

Thus I toy around with other people’s emotions but still

Protecting myself.

You have studied me wrong, if you studied me right

You would realise the way I look at you, the way I block

Tears in my eyes every time because I do not know how

To look into your eyes and make you believe that you’ve

Made me feel like I’ve never felt before.

If you studied me right, you would know that I haven’t told

You this because I’m afraid of the fragile woman that you

Are and I find myself not worthy of you.

If you studied me right then you would know that

I love poetry more than life because it gives me life,

Therefore my poetry never lies, and this one just told

The truth of how I really feel about you.

I do love you.