That slow sweet dripping on the nectar,
The words so sweet like honey,
Soft as a gentle breeze,
Strong as the ocean’s tide….
That stagnant stench of drains blocked up
With the sewage of words unsaid,
Rancid actions spewing toxins
As we try valiantly to wade the waters
Of romance gone wrong.
“I’ve got this second chance, I’m gonna take it….
I’ve got all that I need, and I can taste it.
I’ve got you next to me, I don’t wanna waste it.”
“Take your coat and shoes off.
Come and sit beside me.”
This is terrifying.
You’ve coaxed me into this room
With the intoxicating, sound, smell and sight of you.
But all the seats are taken.
And I can only stand there
As you claim that you want and need me,
As you do nothing to make room.
And I stand there.
By my heart,
Beating at an accelerated pace.
I’d given it permission to beat for you,
Ready to give it freely, rather than loan it
But all of your guests are still there
There is no room
For a future with me.
And as I walk out,
I turn back to see
That I’ve already been forgotten.
We don’t say the things that need to be said, so afraid of what we’ll hear in response, and instead choose to fill our lives with silence, or the oppressive sound of useless chatter. We neglect to do the things that need doing, so burdensome do we find responsibility, so we do the unnecessary, ironically taking consequence for foolish deeds instead. We speak from the urge to keep our deepest feelings suppressed and act based on the desperation to hide how much others mean to us. Yet we are never more expressive, in word and deed, when all the meaningless words and fruitless actions leave us misunderstood. And this is why so many people are so very deeply unhappy and will remain perpetually unfulfilled.