A Look On The Inside, The Side Not Seen.

This is a writing that you have not seen, because it is not there to be seen. Though you may think that this writing is obscene, or maybe it’s just not there for anyone to be seen. You see this writing, this writing is not something that I share because it is not there to be there for the glamour and the stories and the wonders and the worries and the whys. This writing is the writing that no one has seen. This is the writing that sits in my brain and only those that are so close to me know that the writing in my brain is not for the faint of the heart, but for the love of the heart. This writing is not to be seen because this writing is obscene; this writing is obscene because it’s a part of the scene. It’s the scene of which my heart cannot be seen. You see my heart is abused, my heart is poor, my heart is broken, and my heart is torn. Though it is those many things, my heart is still pure. I do not rhyme to write these lines and I do not write these lines because I can rhyme. My heart is pure, that I’m sure. Or maybe it’s the uncertainty of certainty or the certainty of the uncertainty. Now let me fill you in, let me take you in. Let’s take another step forward, let me take you into the next level.

You think that I am poor, or perhaps that I am every ones whore. Yet you fail to see, that I am me. Now let’s stop and take a knee. This is me. I am who I am and I care for thee. That swelling in your heart, what is that? Is it distrust? Or is it hate? Is it perhaps because our love is late. Or is it fear that one day I will not be near. Will I just be another pawn in your next move for a check mate, is this all a part of a set. Or am I really the king in your new chess set. I hope that you understand that this is not a stand, this is simply an attempt for you to understand the man that I am. I have been taken for granted and to those around me that they would think that my heart must be made of granite. You see no one else sees the pain I suffer or the let downs I’ve gone through. You see, I myself, was on the verge of self-destruction. On the point of which I had no hope, not even for the pope. I felt that it was not meant to be, my heart was callused and bruised, it only knew how to lose. It is not to know true love, only to know how to offer love. My heart has never felt love. Not true love. Not until that day, now it craves to be with it every day.

Your mind and heart are a whirling blur of confusion, of which I do not wish to be the contusion through out this infusion but rather the rock in it that remains after the storm has settled. When it passes and clarity shines through, I hope that you know me through and through. I am here. I will give you this time and all that is mine. I want you to be able to shine. There is nothing to fear but fear itself. For once in my life, I cant turn back. I cant turn it off. I cant look away and most importantly, I want to stay. Now I know this place, this place of darkness that can be heartless. The only way through, is up. There is always someone behind you and now you will never fall. Now take comfort in the fact that you are not alone, just as my heart does with the love it has never known. I want you to find your way and please do not worry about the delay. This love has found its way and it is not in the way. You are beautiful and you are pure. Your soul is that of angel and your perfection is not up for inspection.

With this being said, I never said what it is that I should have said. There is no rhyme here. There is no line here. It is not seen here but felt here. Saying is only one part but the truth of it is the whole part. Nothing else matters. What should have been said has already been said, theoretically. You see it in every word, every action and every look. Between each one these lines and with that, you know it’s mine. My heart that is seen spilled upon this canvas. That of which that has not yet been said is very, very simple three word sentence.

I and Love and You.

“True love is not the kind of thing you should turn down
Don’t ever turn it down”

And if my words were wine, I would drink them…

KAS