Maintaining
just enough of this
illusion,
to trick you,
draw you in,
but we both know
that this game
is getting thin.
Every time I
slip on this skin,
I tear
a little more
at the edges.
I’m afraid
I’ve strayed too far
and strained your heart.
We’re fraying at the seams
and it seems
that
we both know
damn well
what’s underneath.
Hell,
I guess it’s just as well
that we gave up,
now we have cut our teeth.
We have learned
it only hurts
to worry ourselves dumb
over these things.
Maybe it’s time
we stood naked,
me in front of you,
you in front of me.
I’m sure we’ll both be
disappointed,
but at least
we’ll both know
what ‘s beneath.
Our illusions.
Our transgressions.
Our addictions.
Our expressions.
Our neurosis.
Our confusion.
Our obfuscations.
Our desires,
and all our dreams.
I think I’ll slip into
something
a little less comfortable,
a little more honest.
You should, too.
HG – 2019
Beautiful, simply beautiful. We all hide behind our skin, clothes, protective measures, and ways of protecting ourselves from ourselves really. When we give way to honesty, our nakedness and all our flaws as humans and someone still loves us, well that is truly love. Thank you for this today. I love the way your work challenges us. Touché