What I Didn't Do.

I didn't hit, I didn't name-call, I didn't forget to say "I love you" every day. I didn't use, I didn't lie, I didn't steal, I didn't hurt, I didn't deceive, I didn't hide, I didn't hate, I didn't cheat.

I lost a lot. But I was respectable. I was myself. I was right.

Tattered, I am, for reaching out instead of staying hidden away. I held out my hands only to pull them back, sliced and bleeding. I've been wounded from a game that I didn't want to play.

What I did do... I cherished every moment, Complimented every smile, I was respectful, Never shallow, I looked for something deeper. I found beauty in laughter. I was honest. I was loyal. I made promises that I knew I could keep. I gave so much and asked so little. I trusted. I loved. I hoped. I waited. I tried.

Someone suddenly sees me. Though I've become bitter from the journey, weak and fearful from the pain. My eyes glare, teeth instinctively bared as pale fingers slip through the barbed wire haven that I've created for myself, unafraid of the man-turned-beast inside.

Those hands look like mine..


She waits outside until wary eyes fall shut. Revealing everything I hide. The walls I've created crumble. The wire turns to harmless, green vines. She slips inside. With my fingers, hers entwine. She wraps these wounded hands in sweet medicated silk as I sleep. Kisses each finger tip and sings to me. Easing the pain a little more every night.

Each day she stays just outside of the rock and tangled pointed mess of wires. My hands slip through the gaps and I find myself reaching out to her. At the same time begging her to keep her distance. I want to touch you when these hands stop bleeding.


I'll never change. I won't hide forever. I want to do everything I DID do then. I'll never do what I DIDN'T do. 'Specially not to you.

Its a promise.