LOVE Poem: LOVE FREE, by Caroline Roshelli

Gaze

I stare-
hoping,
praying,
you feel the fire
that burns beneath my irises
for you.

Silent,
I must be.
For
it is forbidden.

So I resort to gazes that simmer.
I play pretend,
faking getting caught.
And then,
in moments of brevity.
I hold on
to that rope of tension.
And pull.
Pain erupts in my palms,
and I strip my hands of their skin,
but I rather be burned and raw than a liar.
I pour scarlet into my gaze and
I beg you to see me.
Standing there,
pouring blood and honest,
better than a liar by omission or by choice.

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