I have to admit
I have a confession
A revelation of truth
That I previously chose not to mention
You weren’t the only one
In this torrid love affair
All this time you weren’t sharing
It’s a confession I could no longer bear
To keep deep within my heart
While it was screaming to get out
Decided a revelation was necessary
Release any confusion or doubt
So I’m pouring out my heart to you
I’ve had an affair with myself
Selfishness rejection was overdue
Choosing “me”, best love I’ve felt…
Sorry to break the news this way
Wanted you to experience its intensity
While you were guarding your heart from penetration
It prevented you from seeing loves identity…
Jonell George 2013
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To be in love Is to touch with a lighter hand. In yourself you stretch, you are well. You look at things Through his eyes. A cardinal is red. A sky is blue. Suddenly you know he knows too. He is not there but You know you are tasting together The winter, or a light spring weather. His hand to take your hand is overmuch. Too much to bear. You cannot look in his eyes Because your pulse must not say What must not be said. When he Shuts a door- Is not there_ Your arms are water. And you are free With a ghastly freedom. You are the beautiful half Of a golden hurt. You remember and covet his mouth To touch, to whisper on. Oh when to declare Is certain Death! Oh when to apprize Is to mesmerize, To see fall down, the Column of Gold, Into the commonest ash.
