In my crimes
I thought I’d left you behind
and then you came back here
and confessed your own.
I’ll never know
if was a betrayal
or a confirmation
of our faith in each other;
it’s never been the same since then
but among a sea of regrets
we’ll always have that moment
of near perfect
honesty.
“The practice of utter sincerity towards other men would avail to no good end, if they were incapable of practising it towards their own minds. In fact, truth cannot be communicated until it is perceived.” –Percy Bysshe Shelley
This is a very interesting poem. It makes you imagine the story of the ‘I’ and ‘you’ mentioned. I like how simple and clear it is, since that gives it a really striking quality. Thank you for posting!
Amazing poem on love…
You have captured the essence of the “to tell or not to tell” question, haven’t you? Well done. Peace.
Beautiful in its sharp honesty… and that’s the beauty of it! Well done!
You’ve got to wonder about honesty….for all it’s recommendations. Things are inevitably and often irreversibly changed. I haven’t decided yet. I’m not sure it “sets you free” at all. I don’t feel free. I just feel painful, as if my skin has become the vine of a rose that has ceased to flower. But maybe I haven’t the wings grown. A great poem Matt. I sincerely hope the friction is a work of fiction. The living of it is no easy thing.
nice poem, love the idea in the opening stanza. Followed up nicely by the contrast of betrayal and confirmation/faith. Nicely done. Thanks
Write more friend…
Thank you for all these wonderful comments!