love, tolerance, and harm

[jonvandalen]

the fallacy of boyhood
a starting line with no end
when will you grow into your height?
when your knees hit your chest and your tears leave your eyes
you shrink smaller
soften a bit
yet your solid outside remains - I like the way "-side" echoes the sound of "eyes" here

a hard-boiled egg--
shell on
i can not crack you open
not that i even want to
i held you gently even as you dragged me down - taking a dark turn
i sung in your ear as you mangled my sence of reality

you are magical--
a miraculous success it was
how well you did
not only did you unwind the yarn
but you pulled at the fibers - good metaphor for an unraveling
absolutely destroyed it
until it was unrecognizable

i am unrecognizable
the woman i am today
little me
yes, little me
i grow taller
and i hope you don't grow cold in my shadow - makes me curious who this boy is
but still, i have enough God in my heart that i'd wish warmth for you

and i remember the warmth i owe you everytime i say:
...forgive us our trespasses - I'm not sure we need decorative elipsis here
as we forgive those who trespass against us

because in the end
its your faults, my anger, your shame, my bitterness
and it kills
it kills
it kills.

- by the end I have my answer to what this was about, but it's probably quite not your answer. I think that's a good thing. I would spend some time reading it aloud and sense some opportunities to make it able to be spoken with rhythm and natural cadence or to bring similar word sounds more into that rhythm.