Maybe in Another Life

Too long absent love — A love poem

I would break my hands for your touch, and go too far to free your imprisoned heart. I would sacrifice my innocent side, and crucify my control.

I would embrace your bad percentage and live in your personal hell and high water.

I would cut off the disguise of the one you fancy. If that would help you retreat to me.

I would slit my throat to see you turn and notice me. I feel too numb to care.

When are you going to be real? When are you going to invite me in? I need to stop feeling nothing.

Will I have to remain a skeptic?