I keep trying to write these words,
to make them beautiful and poetic.
I'm trying to hide within the metaphor
or behind the guise of simile
to create a tale of the hollow withered aching soul
that is dying of a broken heart.
I want to create the illusion this is a story
oryou a poem, or some other work of fiction.
I want to read it and find pain in the tale,
in the misery of the longing.
I want you to appreciate the commitment
of the dedication that this weary soul has laid forth
for the one whose heart it desires.
I want your compassion and empathy
to pour themselves over the bleeding wounds
of this character I have described.
I want to see your heart melt for the subject
and the storyline as I unfold this tale for you.
I want you to lose yourself in the magic of the words I use
and the emotions I can conjure.
I want to see your tears fall for the simple fact
that this, in reality, could happen to anyone.
I want to move and touch you
and tear at the strings of your heart
with a story so powerful that you know it must be true.
I want you to fall to your knees in utter frustration
for the way that this story will end.
I want you to scream ultimately how unfair this all is
and how justice must be served.
I want to leave you spent, exhausted by the depth and intensity
of the experience you have just survived.
I want you to be exposed
so that I can reach into the deepest part of your heart
and touch you from within.
I want you laid bare before me.
I want you to hear my story.