One summer ago
while standing on the partially re-tiled floors
of your parent's kitchen,
you stated that you did not want to be "bound" to me
because of my kindness.
I could tell by the way that you let it crawl out of your mouth, that you thought of
kindness as both
Kindness, to you, is a symptom of naïvety, half-knowledge and unconsciousness (but this took me another year to learn).
Before I met you "kindness" was always just "kindness."
simple, transparent, happy
Before I met you I was simple, transparent, happy
Now I understand
that kindness has the power to skew dreams
and manipulate men.
I keep handing you my rosy glasses,
you keep handing them back.
At least we're consistent.
Proverbs 3:3 Don't ever forget kindness and truth. Wear them like a necklace. Write them on your heart as if on a tablet.