Pulled from the center with your banter,
what buttons you naturally bump into seemingly trying to get through to get a response; to test some reign; I tell you that it\’s all in vain
I\’ll have no more
as you\’ll have no more to gain
but something insane
an inward gaze after outward tantrum.
I love you is a backward echo, a compounding wave
said and believed
as water to stone
which powders harshness
and illuminated a sense of being
receiving and giving
flowing and ebbing
adverse to the shouting and pouting
that led to this enormous doubting
Thin Tin String 