The un-argue

By denying myself nothing, my thoughts ponder through life's loves

Where would I be had I been there still

What would my life look like now

My blood tiptoes at the edge, in my mind waiting for me to respond to myself

Drama with out drama

Love with love with out showing love

His love confuses me

My brain wants to hurt more than my heart and the time is never enough

I reach for his hand and he gives me a few versus

I reach for his versus and he gives me a few nods

I reach for the nods and I get a few emotions

Finally

I think

Finally

We feel together

And the war begins

He said, she said

And now, alone in the night with my trusty light

I wish it were all better

Or I had been all better

Like the end of a good Saturday morning cartoon

I want to respond with the same naivety as ever

Yet I feel robed of my chest of innocence

Though I robed only myself

And now I want to know how to resolve the broken chest

And resolve the unresolved

To fix the fight and fight to fix the non-fights

Argue I say

And argue not they say to the self inflected hole in my soul

The family tree waves at me less a few leafs

Yet after the leafs fall, and the familiar wind moves on

The tree remains unmoved

There lives a faith the leafs will come again in the spring

Life will repair its line

In the quite night, by denying myself nothing, I give my self everything