There is a star that winks at me through black trees
With pleas
to come on down and meet me.
She glows brighter than all the other stars and moon
In
a
silent
Tune.
Her dress of golden silk from a far off land of pure treasure
in usher
She signs my name to bade me
“Good afternoon.”
Here
You stress me out
when you get so loud.
Even when you bare silence
as you witness me in pain.
You are so stubbornly dense
and purposely show me it plain.
Even when I’ve had enough and give up
you tell me to stop whining and toughen up.
You openly express you don’t give a damn
as it hurts to know your words are sincere.
You torture my ego when you want me to hear
and tell me how much a disappointment I am.
