The Reveal

When I say, “I love you,”
What I mean is, “you’re safe.”
I’ve called off all my body guards, laid rest to all my arms.
I’ve tapped six times on magic bricks,
shown you the hidden way
Bent all my soldiers down to knees to show:
I mean what I say
There’s a tenderness, a fragility, a tacit hope that you’d tread light
Because under all my bulk and brawn and walls
My resolve crumbles if you flick it just right

I know I’m a jumble of poems, wrapped in the dance of your furtive glances, packaged like all the cages you’ve been trying to escape, asking you to hear my lack of asking… asking you to trust my benevolence in good faith
When I say, “I love you,”
I mean, “I left my daggers on the dresser.”
“I didn’t put the armor on.”
“I know it must look like a pink pathetic mess, but this is all the softness I offer.”
I’ve seen your weapons now, my dear
I know the size of your blades.
You’ve seen the way they tear straight through defenseless flesh;
I can only believe what you’re willing to say
And when you say
I’m here, I’m gone
Don’t worry, let go
Don’t go, do less
The only option left for me is the mess
When I say, “I love you,”
I mean, “from where have you drawn your sword?”
“I carry no shield to hoist.”

I’m in the wake of a hard-battled fear
and now
I’ve seen
Your weapons,
Dear

Ashley Wylde
May 22nd, 2015

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