Pathways

Exchange is meant
To and fro, flowing serenely
Without protest, with assurance
Smooth transition
Carving ways slowly
Softly
Carefully
Treading light footsteps
Cotton balls of passion
Compromise
Thread and needle
Tight seams
Refusal as acceptance
Coloured red string
Harmoniously spaced
Smooth tugs
Wreathed in
Incorrect stitches undone
With mutual unraveling
Without a thread
There is no cloth
Without a trickle
There is no pathway
Without acknowledgement of fences
There is no harmony
Without limitations
There is no understanding

Self-Loathing

I put thoughts into your head

And see myself as you do

Not the best of who I am

But possibly the worst

I cringe, I protest, I try to reassure

Letting my worst judgment reign over myself

I think you see me like I see myself

I know you see me like I see myself

I wish, I hope, I pray it is not true

I try to feign indifference sadly so

But deep inside my mind I crouch and hide

With only myself in whom to confide