You
I am ashamed.
I will speak to you,
But only from the comfort of darkness.
Do not strain your eyes,
To see my face.
With this coarse voice,
I will attempt to explain.
I regard you with wonder,
And better still with awe.
You are a miracle.
And I am undeserving.
Please forgive me,
Though I wouldn't do the same.
My hypocrisy is crippling.
I am a man who is whole.
Without the sum of his conscience.
I am a liar.
And you exist as my only truth.
My honesty in the form of,
A breathtaking figure of grace.
Yet I sit here... in a place devoid of light.
To avoid your gaze.
And when I emerge from these shadows with my torn face.
I know you will be there with the healing touch.
And I will weep in silence and without regard to time.
From my hands onto your cheeks.
My tears, succumbing to gravity.
My love finally resting,
A solemn corpse buried in you.
R. Crowe