All Of Your Secrets Poem by Thomas Bates

Two beligerant smiles,
taking life too easily
in a moment,
Entirely forgivable.
We have
Listeners, and
chants,
Supporting
Guilt trips behind your back
and did you know
we love you so
while finding you
terribly unimpressive.

The expressions you make
With your face
Are tattle-tales
Leaking all your secrets,
for nearly any observer to notice.
(it's funny in a sense, to think of us now, to
Bomb out
Then decide
Who really loved you, and did you love me? ,
in retrospect, and did you understand my problems,
truly?)
You're indecisive of what you
Feel,
Now that
You feel anything, at all;
Whether it may be feeling pissed on,
sawed off,
ruined by untruth
orby having
your preciousness
ignored...

It's all good, in the end.
i am here to feel you, to guide
you.
it makes me consider
things about myself
to the core, sometimes unkind,
where self-proclaimed witches
think in numbers
and letters
only.

they have giant mouths
w/ nothing to say.
they may include wickedness
to your prize.
i won't change your life; I'm ashamed of myself, now, anyhow.
i want animal sensation
and still, when I think of you, I see I need
more and more of sentimental
appreciation.