Tell Me That Its Ok

Tell me that its ok

that day looks like night.

Tell me that is ok

that I would forgive you in an instant

if it meant that I would not lie lonely tonight.

I'm stalled

left on silent

lowly laid against the pigmented picture of a girl no longer holding a camera.

Tell me that its ok

that those people are gone.

Tell me that its ok

that I hate you everyday

except

today

when I know that its not ok.

Its early in the morning

and the sun is rising

reaching

reforming

into my vision

and my sense of fulfillment.

Is love

truly love

when it has been broken and bruised

or not,

have these days been unworthy of contemplation.

Tell me that its ok

and I'll believe you

because

I don't want to believe myself.

Morning ebbs-

it flows against my tired eyes

and messy hair.

My fingertips on glass

my pen waiting for me.

The sky is falling

or is it just me.

Sunrise

what a contemplation

metaphor

and

oxymoron.

The phone rings

its no one

laid low again.

Come

gentle

peace.

I want the night.

Tell me that its ok

that I prefer the night to day.

Tell me that its ok

that my favorite color is black.

Tell me that its ok

that I'm misunderstood.

But hopefully

here

I've cleared some things up.