Insecurity

There is no consolation for this insecurity

that makes me hate you defensively, temporarily, imaginarily

I brought it with me wrapped up in my hand luggage, fragile 

ready to smash once I arrived

its pieces rain all over you

like a confetti of glass shards

and I don't quite see what it does to your eyes

because they look away to the TV

where something takes your interest now

instead of me.

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I fear a hell I left
as a permanent impact on my life
a footprint denting into my heart
because in retrospect, I was trodden on
as I allowed myself to become the floor
I hope for wings, to become the sky instead
but one journey is not the destination reached
This is as good as any place to argue
once an argument needs a location
to spill forth stuck communications

that bleed doubt in to life's celebration

12-03-2015
LEF