understanding

understanding of my needs, of my temperaments
i never wanted to be the beggar for your heart
to be accused of being romantic and a fool
a label easily attached and dismissed
i was your sidekick and you were the beacon i answered
the statue i lean on when i’m trembling and fear
and i fear amassed heaps
a depth of an ocean
the fall from the skies
and the distance you strike
but yet, you’re so understanding
forgiving
pardoning my convictions and finesso, please believe me
I don’t blame you
you couldn’t stay to cradle me and protect
you had your own demons to abate

© simon whittle — from lovers’ tiff: a ballad

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