"The feelings are close" By Ben Goode 2017 (c)

When you think you've said too much.
Too much truth.
And when you ask for it. 
Are you really surprised what you're told?
Home truths. 
Can't be insulting if you know they're true.
To take offence is just lying to yourself.
It's probably better I heard some things.
And I happily admit them. 
Sometimes it's better to open a can of worms. 
Than abandon them. They will still be there.
Inside. And you can never change the contents.
It's nice to have another muse.
I wish they knew how important they've become.
But even if they don't, it's not the first time.
Being consumed by the words again.
And drowning in my own thoughts.
Perhaps so deep that I may never find a way to surface.
But maybe i want to stay in this pool.
And swim, if only for a moment in hope.
Hope as distant as an island paradise in the horizon.
The distance is a lie. 
And even so the feelings are close enough.
But still I wonder. Will I stay on this journey?
Would it make a difference if i let go of the sails,
that I feel like I'm gliding on?
Disappearing under a wave, and going back.
As if I had never tried. Would it matter anyway?
I have laid out my cards on the table.
And already gambled away my heart.
One of a kind. And no apparent pair.