And if i asked you
"Make me smile, please."

would you torture me
with the silence of
suspended anticipation
endlessly

would I again, cry silently
I don't want to
not again
be like
deadened withered autumn leaves
perforated with cracks and holes

Would you, offer cold wisdom
Please, I can't take it anymore
the endless metaphors
and similes and likes
and un-likes

and the sometimes,
and graces of divines,

would you smother me,
overwhelm my fragility
overburden me with the weight
of your affection?

No, I couldn't support it,
my muscles couldn't afford it

with all the this is yours,
and this is mine,
and you did this, and I did that
and the of course, it's ours....

I know I'm down,
and I'm weak and all,
but that doesn't mean
that you can push me softly
over the perilous edge
to fall

can you please, please
just keep the tear from my eye?

just, please, make me smile
this crooked frown
has grown to
become a lasting imprint

I seem to have forgotten how
to banish these creases
that haunt this condemned
house, I call a face...

Help me let the light in
don't renovate my space.