Of all the gifts you offer me, the onesI dread the most are love and understanding.
They are Hope’s allies, and the only guns
Deadly enough to halt Fear’s D-Day landing.
Your love will kill my lonely certainty
That I’m unworthy of true happiness.
Your understanding will forgive the me
Who thinks he’s nothing but a shameful mess.
Beware: this is a man who’ll never trust
A dream that’s been awakened with a kiss.
Tell him his fears are groundless, if you must;
But if you’d know the truth of them, know this:
Devotion never gives me what I need.
You want to win me? Hurt me till I bleed.
Copyright 2013 Matthew J Wells