I promise these words are worth the weight
And not to waste your time
with useless pleasantries, talks of weather.
I promise, these words carry their own storm.
Just spare me a moment, undistracted and connected
Where I can sink into your soul, by hairbreadth and angel width,
and get under your skin, if only for a moment.
I promise I can move you,
To hate, to love, to think, to want
With nothing more than warm syllables on lips
or cold letters on page.
But you have to sit still with me.
You must take pause.
Even when you’re afraid to.
Is it me that frightens you?
Is it the words?
Or is it what your heart might do,
When faced with such brutal transparency?
Didn’t I tell you?
I would make it worth the weight?
That only the before knowing
Would seem the time your life was wasting?