i’ve been calm and unnerved.
i’ve been pull under and through.
i’ve held the corse and slightest touch.
i’ve held the simple and everlasting joy.
i’ve never been caught by the mornings first breathe.
i’ve never been chosen outside of arrest.
i’ve never held hair spun of gold.
i’ve never held a heart not jealous.
i can be rattled when my skin is in the game.
i can be rattled when my kin is in the game.
i will wield potential like its mighty.
i will wield compassion to a like soul.
i cannot be dismayed by whispers of lies.
i cannot be conquered by wiles with no heart.
i will not be disingenuous with my time at your expense.
i will not be torn down or dismantled by egos of any stripe.
but i will fold like scented paper at the mention of any fashion of attraction.