Don't, ever, lie to me.
Let your heart spill its contents,
The good, the bad, the ugly.
We talk in stages.
You and me,
We and you,
Us and I.
We talk until we are all talked out,
Not because we are tired of talking.
We could go on forever this way,
Going deeper and deeper,
Knowing more and more,
As we speak under the yellow lights,
With blankets, and a chill,
Among the buttons, and the disks.
We have deflated the elephant,
You and I.
The one that was crowding the room,
Making it hard to breathe.
This is beautiful! I can't stop reading and re-reading it, it reminds me a lot of T.S. Eliot's work.
ReplyDeleteWow! Thank you! This poem was really raw, so I didn't spend a lot of time over analyzing it. It just came. Thank you for reading and for your encouraging words!
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