Satisfying you satisfies me
that’s what sacrifice means
so I sacrifice things,
deliberately
deny myself the urge
to act so selfish,
continuously

until I,
Give

but I am still learning
so please be patient,
effortlessly
but continue to push,
definitely…

let me,
Give

I don’t know how to say it
so I try to hide the feeling
I run away from the moment,
concealing

just…

leaving hints
and context clues
and notes on the mirror
affixed to a bruise
fighting myself to sleep,
confused
not understanding time,
I want it to myself
I want to spend it with you…

so,
Give…

Past hurts are great excuses
for being useless
dreams are used less
hopes are used more
reasons are the reasons
that seasons are all used up,
but, what are they used for?

to,
Give

winter romances
spring into
summer times
then fall,
over and over and over
again,
All…

given,

I see the mornings
warnings of expectation
the night before
was an ornament
hung in waiting
now,
just a moment distinct
something for us all,
a celebration

of,
Giving

faced with an aftermath
of impulse
but
planned out,

What happens after that?
Or, what do I have left?

I’m trying to decide
if a memory is worth the pain
that your absence provides
or if this excitement
will ever,
subside
or if obedience
feels any better
than what I feel is right,
like my sacrifice

So I will,
Give.

-see

©2014 Cornelious “See” Flowers
@seethepoet