Its Not What It Seems.

I’m watching the tap leak again, 

Crystalline drops drop

To be reborn anew at the mouth of the faucet

I really should get a plumber

But I’m more worried of what he’ll plunder

As his pretence gets him in

Only to raid and thieve off my closet

I’m watching the drops fall

Trying to recollect themselves at the mouth of the drain

These are not water drops

Just but tear drops

My eyes as my faucet betray me

Leaking

Spewing my emotions on my sink

Laying me bare to the audience of bath soaps and brushes
I should put my shoes on

But the gravity of the task weighs heavy

Like a sack of cement

Sinks me into my couch

My mental hands caressing my emotional back

Dammit!! Who cut onions there and to my eyes brought them here? 

I can see the scruff marks where I kicked the wall yesterday

Trying to recheck if my pulse was real

Or I’m a walking phantom

“It’s time.. “

Beware unfinished sentences and awkward silences

They hide daggers and bear traps in their cloaks

Mischievously witholding dreams and emotions

Fervently caressing the dogs of subtlety

I look to the mirror and smile

I cant be crying before the time is nigh

“Soon it will be appropriate…”

Out I walk, cologne in tow, 

Soon I shall wed her

Soon she shall be mine.

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I would…. 

I would tell you I’m happy 

But my tears would be lying

Trying but crying

My soul is fighting

For those of the fair gender

To not care I’d be a pretender

Pretence in subsequence

My allegiance is not

But the ills confered 

Inferred and inflected 

Upon, I do weep
I would say I’m scared

But the ease 

With which

Which with I conduct 

These songs to play

Perform to please

Enjoy and concieve 

Happiness in you

A shield wouldst form. 

Not immaculate conception

Bring for perception 

Disguise this perception

Calm bring your heart. 
I would say I’m fine

But these wrinkles

Wreathed with freckles

Freshly picked from my dalliance

In this alliance

In my daily dance 

Under the sun

Would my lie betray

Lest I 

Free feel to display

The questions

The who what the where and the how

Sitting here,  my hair, tearing it out

My soul to bleed

I beg carry me

Mercy please 

The cup of stress, may it cease

As your laughter 

Happiness will breathe

Into my weary bones, these, 

And finally 

In time, fine

I will find

I will be. 
I will tell you I’m now happy 
A smile you will see

A crack of sunshine

To light up my pale sky

But I 

Deep inside, know my

Joy was resting

Resuscitating

And recuperating 

In I. 

(image courtesy of Mavingo Photography… Captured at Blankets and Wine)