s's blog: "~*poetry*~"

I sat with you on that last silver night,
thinking that it was so cruel of God
to allow the only flaw in that crisp evening
to be the menacing glances
flowing like currents through the water
from your eyes to mine.
I thought I would surely die
from one more jolt of malice.
But through my time-tested armor
you rocked me at my core.
Your disgust was tangible
and it would be a few years
before I sent that current back to you,
the one who owned it, the one who deserved it.
But oh, what damage was done
before I could accept your failings
as yours and not my own.