Charles Malcolm

The One - Poem by Charles Malcolm


I won't
tell you.
I will stand
with this pain
and grip my truth
that you love
until I can't breathe
or bleed.

That truth
that the rest
seem so desperate
to hand you.

This is mine.

I will flail
and wretch
and vomit
and bleed
and cry

but I will never say those words
and you will never know why
for sure.

You will assume
and you will be right,
but you deserve
to not hear it
for once.

I will dedicate
every poem
every book
every word
to you

with invisible ink.

Topic(s) of this poem: love

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Poem Submitted: Sunday, March 8, 2015

Poem Edited: Monday, March 9, 2015

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