I call you soft
In an effort to make you hard
My measure of a man
But I am sure my measuring sticks are damaging you
I am sure I am making you peal away your God given intuitions and pour concrete over them
I do it
To prod you to protect me
I am tired of being my own cocoon
I am tired of a heart that is anvil heavy
I want to at least be able to be soft with you
I need you to know what makes me feel safe
I need you to know even when I can’t articulate what it is
But that’s not giving you a chance
So I will decide to learn myself
As my way of offering you decency, tenderness
– white flag
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