“I need another story,
something to get off my chest…”
– Secrets, One Republic
resistance, resonance, revelation,
sense and understanding is
given to you, now, my friend,
once you lived precariously,
or was it only in my fidgeting mind?
today, as you walk to the illuminated
doors of your once-wanting thoughts,
a love suddenly breaks, in
formulated equations, as though
having survived short-lived
of same-sexed liaisons, impetus
and impulsive desires to nail the
issue down on one coiling apparatus,
a single-handed relationship gets
shunned once in a while in an
alley down your esoteric heart.
possibly, you were the only one who
survived, lasting with this same subservience.