The war between what I believe to be true
And what my demons whisper
Take my faith on a whirlwind roller coaster
I am sorry that I hurt you
That I take your love
And your care
That I take your gentle caress
And each inch of effort that you make
I am sorry that I watch you as you grow
And sink into the warmth that is your gaze
Yet you still have to sing to me
“believe me”
I cry to you
I’m so sorry
But I do…
The hilarious thing is
Deep down in my soul
Underneath all the cracks
Of broken
I believe you
But here I am asking you
Please tell me again
Remind me again that you love me
Remind me again that the love in your eyes
Land only on me
Sing to me again the song
That no other woman can replace me
Sing to me until your vocal cords snap
When you cannot sing anymore
Please baby write to me
Write to me love letters
Write to me the reasons you love every part of me
Write to me in beautiful script
Until your fingers bleed
Switch to your other hand
And baby write legibly
If I cannot read you
Honey, I cannot believe you
I see the agony I put you through
You do not deserve this certain uncertainty
You do not deserve my questions
My demands
you do not deserve for me to beg of you
After every single sunrise
And before every single sunset
to
“Please
Make me believe”
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