Confidence

You built me up with your fine art,
Restored my heart and my ability to connect;
I came to you so many times:
No promises made to protect.

I shared with you in confidence
The naked evidences of my tainted soul;
You hold them still and yet don’t see
The place they used to fill remains a hole.

You made your mark when I made my play,
Contrasting stark the heated dark from icy days.

Confidence…confidence
A long distance
From what I heard to what you meant.

Is the heat of fire worth all the burn?
When will I learn not to be shamed
To be taken in your confidence game?

You tore it down, had to reject
What I gave you said infected your new heart.

In retrospect you slipped away
Before I let you go (my way)
And darkened our initial spark.

Confidence…confidence:
A long distance
from our last words to eloquence.

Is the heat of fire worth all the burn?
When will I learn not to be ashamed
To take my turn in your confidence game?

So our new turn still makes me smile.
I’ll wait your while and yes, I’ll yearn, and age,
In the dark until your curtain’s raised,
You’ll hit your mark I’ll make my play.

Confidence…confidence:
A long distance
between what dreams may come
And all the ones we’ve spent.

But the heat of your fire is worth the burn,
Because I have learned not to be shamed
To be taken in your confidence game.


2007