The ground leveled before my foot stepped
The chasm bridged as I blindly crossed
The world shaped and changed that I become
Then I saw in ignorance I'd asked

She acts so strong... like stone
Putting the needs of others ahead of her own  
holding them up... the toll... Unknown

She does not phone for help
She acts so strong...
Just ask because you do not need to face these things alone

I will ask for the heaviest rain for today, so that you won't go anywhere, including leaving me alone.

not every
Q u e en
asks for a King,
but Kings sure do ask for
q u e e n s!

you told me I don't have to be okay all the time
you told me you still loved me no matter what

its hard because I want to believe you
god, I want to trust it so badly

but every time I've put the walls down
lay down my defense

the only thing i've been left with is
ash in the wake

things she doesn’t ask...

are they things,
she doesn’t know to ask,
or
are they things
to which,
she does not want to know
the answers.

my not knowing the answer to this puzzle,
drives me to distraction, her Mona Lisa smile,
accompanied by her noncommittal “whatever,”
hiding the answer, nearly leads me over a blurting edge,
but for my inevitable retreat, for the true question,
has a  truer answer, that comes as well, 
in question form.  

Why do I,


or do I,

want to know?