lessons i'm learning

how the sky
is not always blue
the stars
are not always clear
my direction, imperfection
and unsettled resentment
wasn't it a little bit poorer
when i was somewhat rich
why you can't take a way
with words that pierce
i am humbled
i've been wrong
nothings lost but
what reigned must fall
like the gaze of your eyes
on the tip of my hat
when we passed for something
unsettling and harsh
as the present
i bare on my unwavering arms
called to force
for the wreckage
and reconciliation
i am learning what it means
to be without
withholding
withdrawing
from your ugly
which i learned to silence
so desperately as one
always wanting the betterment
for my love
in return.