Sam Byron Poems

someone
is at my door
so i open it
and
...

he couldn't
tell
he couldn't
say
...

life
is special
and
it doesn't
...

the trees looking,
laying in puddles of grass.

clothes scattered on the lawn,
...

how long does it take? i've been healing for eight years yet it seems as though i've only started. admitting the problem is simple his name is boo. but the question is who to talk to and who will understand? how to get it out? would it help? numerous counselors haven't. i've never been one to talk so i see only one option...
write
decorate my feelings with words. label them. hurt. anger. deception. boo. betrayal. astonishment. it's easy. but, the hurt, the pain, and the anger are still there. how and when will it go away? time.
you were my dad. why? you were and still are in some ways on a pedestal. how did you get there? is there room for anyone else. should i add to the confusion and let potential in my heart yet again. he wants to help. should i let him? a new dad. a new start. a better friend. someone to understand talk to. show my fears.
...

you say im pushing you away. you want to know what is wrong and why and what have you done. but would you ever understand?

how do i make you understand that it's not you that i'm not ready. i don't trust this soon. things take time.
you want to know how long but i don't have time frames or limits that to me it happens when it happens. when i get comfortable i get comfortable i don't know when or how
...

don't funk
with my heart

it's a fragile
...