a month already.

...this is it.
it's time to move on.

for all the things that could happen.

i haven't moved from this place.
not an inch.
tears still fearing my resistance.
so close to falling.

i haven't made a promise.
not one i could hold to my heart.
or one i could hold in my fingers,
to place in your gaze.
when you find you can trust me.

your eyes seek mine,
trap me.
you know me far better than any soul.
you know that this is not a rebellion.
this is a collapse.

i fear not god nor brother.
but i beg for understanding.
for who could love me now?
now that they know.