Your Humility. Poem by Kim Dang

The biggest turn on - your humility.
It's like the best of Edwin McCain perforating every one of my musical pores.
It's like making me speechless in the middle of this argument -
to voice your steady apology.
It's like giving up that part of you, just to get this part of me.

And however hurtful the sacrifice, there'd be no hesitation
You'd mold my skeptical sand into castles in a few day's instance
My once knowing scoffs into heartfelt laughters
My suppositions of the image I fit you in - crumbles thereafter.

My Achilles' heal is your surrender
I've been upturned, stop me before I lose this breath.
Catch me in these conditions, my unwell for the moment health
You see, I'm playfully considering of swooning.
My intentions are porcelain, I think I'll let you in this secret wrong doing.

I'm hearing one block echoing its way down my wall.
I'm sensing the rest might follow, they'll each fall forward,
It's soothing, you've put my mood in automatic cruise control.
This passenger isn't all too discomforted. She's still observant though.
So go on driver, steer me someplace impressive, somewhere happening.
I'm sitting back, the audience to your circus act,
waiting for this jaded soul to laugh again.