RMC

You are so sweet to say
the nice things that you do.
I love the love in this way
and I keep such as a virtue.

Because the best part of me
is the constant drip of love
you supply to me endlessly;
and you I feel so proud of.

Do not make a mistake grace
me with a kindness I’ll bloom.
I’ll have a smile across my face,
from the energy you exude.

You don’t need to tell me
secrets which you don’t tell.
I know of a despair I’m aware
everyone’s going through hell.

What can I say but words or
do things you can benefit from.
Thoughtful before thoughts floor
me I feel gratitude beloved one.

In the feeling I’m feeling I am
just as dry as I can ever be
I want to take a hand command
all the ships in the open sea.

Devices of my repertoire go
asunder in echos of a firm grip.
Reality I see I want to change so
many times I have to bite a lip.

But you’ve been so kind and sweet
I swear I am not used to it.
I have walked miles bloody feet
are there for the shoes don’t fit.

I used to dream of love and all
that went into building dreams.
But the cold air crisp it called
and I died and turned so mean.