Nothing left unseen.

A sentence, so innocent.  
Accurate none the less.
She sees to the core,
Through the daily mess.
She does not understand the nuance,
Does not know what it does mean,
But she sees the thing unmentioned,
There's nothing left unseen.

Tethered.

Though these hours are hard, I treasure them,
For they are now all I have of you.
These hours may not be easy,
But they provide the glue.
They are our daily connection,
Before life pulls us in different ways.
They are our family tree,
That, though deeply rooted, sometimes sways.
I love you, like no other.
This love drives my mind.
So, though these hours are hard, I treasure them.
We are tethered, you will find.

Stern.

This is not the fight I wanted.
It's not how I wanted it to be.
I wanted to have trust in you.
I wanted to just be.
I didn't want to second guess,
Or have to question twice.
I wanted you to know what's right.
I wanted you to be nice.
I have to believe you'll get there.
I have to believe you'll learn.
I want to smile and laugh with you.
I do not want to be so stern.

Go on.

I see that face,
And though I've tried,
My willingness,
To go on, has died.

Blimey.

It would appear that the very thing,
From which I've shied away,
Is actually the very thing,
That turns my darkness in to day.
I'm remembering that there are souls,
Who can set a light inside your heart.
It's not a total fix,
But blimey, its a start.

Fighting spite.

I stop, and realise,
I have to write.
I got lost in trying,
And fighting spite.
Today held a flicker,
Of what could have been.
It's probably not something,
I should have seen.
Sometimes it's best,
To close your eyes.
Sometimes the truth,
Means your soul slowly dies.

Perpetual stealth.

I have a suspicion.
An inkling breaks forth.
That you do not like,
When I feel my true north.
That your moods are affected,
When'er I feel myself,
But I cannot live a life,
Of perpetual stealth.