Hi there. This is a poem I wrote a little while ago, called ”Sincerity”.
Sincerity
Typed and retyped words
Trying to express a concept not explained in characters
I love you
But not in that way.
As a friend and a shoulder, as a cake-source and tear-holder
As a comfort and fear-contoller.
I love you as a friend
Too specified, an air of missing something more
The depth of emotion unexpressed
A qualifier that detracts from meaning,
A sense of cold feeling.
I appreciate –
Definitely not. Closed and formal,
Like our friendship was a business arrangement, like I owe you a favour
Just no.
Why do we sneer on sincerity?
Why do we not have enough words to express with feeling
All that my being is attempting to convey?
Why is
I love you
Revered and feared, words we are scared to admit
But also to omit,
Why is a declaration of feeling so emotionally draining?
Why must I qualify that
I know it’s cheesy but-
Like my loves are lies expressed on falsified greetings cards?
Why do we not tell everyone
I love my friends with all my heart
?
I stare at screen,
Now empty.
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I settle, with my true emotions wrenching inside of me
With
Thanks.
I hope she will understand.
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