He needs space
His voice cracks when he talks about true love
About how he gave away pieces of himself
To make someone else whole
She dug away all that she wanted
All the "good stuff"
And discarded the rest like a half eaten piece of meat
And she left
His story makes others uncomfortable
So they told him to get over it
And turned their backs
So they wouldn't see his unsightly scars anymore
The scars that tattoos can't hide
That no kiss can easily heal
Open spaces here & there
That he tried to fill with mundane things
I want to cover the parts of him that are missing with pieces of me
Cover them so he doesn't have to look at them again
I wish he could see that he is enough
That when she walked away she left a good part
A tested heart, injured yet filled with character & strength,
Compassion & love
I want to tell him that he is beautiful
That when he enters my space my day isn't ordinary anymore
He gives me purpose,
His happiness is mine
His humour gives me life
His passion gives me hope
Yet his sadness is evident
I want to tell him that life is about embracing pain
And overcoming it with courage
I want to tell him...
I want to tell him but
I'm loving him from a distance
He is a poem in my heart but not yet written.
I was thinking about the recent surge in violent crimes against women, and of how men do not usually express what they truly feel until it is too late. Growing up they are taught to "man-up" and not cry while people empathise more with girls. Maybe if men deal with their feelings they may not resort to acts of violence.
- Michelle Scipio
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