Love Me Better

Slowly, I feel the cold inky fingers of darkness entwine. This struggle against submission’s soft caress has me flirting with a dangerous line.

You left me here. With understanding I stay safely tucked in this place of discarded things surrounded by your forgotten dreams. Each ticking of the minute hand pulses shivers of fear. Waiting, I watch as shadows creep near. Slowly, I feel the cold inky fingers of darkness entwine. This struggle against submission’s soft caress has me flirting with a dangerous line.

I divide in two. There is the me I was and then there’s me with you. A delicate balance between two romances. All my hope is held in glimpses and glances of intimate dances.

Love me better. Because there are no second chances

Saved for later promises stacked neatly in a drawer. Yearnings, desires, and maybes all like sparkling treasures you hoard. Years of stealing quiet morning moments to explore. Peering out, I watch as you lift and fill everyone up with your chipped empty cup. Ever so gently, time has begun touching your face framing you with strands of silver grace.

Three of me. There is the me I was, the me with you, and the me I have to be. Rooted in this for granted place, maintaining a steady pace. Solid and constant never the one to stray. Blending with these familiar shadows, am I fading grey? Watching my once vibrant dreams wither I fight the turn to bitter.

Love me better. But screams now a whisper.

Framed accomplishments on walls surround boasting a job well done. Well, on all but one. Dust covered in this spectator seat I cautiously await your next feat. A season for everything, Solomon said. Echoes of dreams propel on a careful tread.  Slipping silently toward that long-locked door letting light through the now cracked seams pour.

Finding one. Just me with you. Rekindled inspiration illuminates. Unsteady hands embrace reacquainting what responsibility once replaced. As reunion settles in the golden rays and to my reflection, I say…

Love me better, starts today.