Why Do You Question?
I find it peculiar
when lovers question my reactions
Questioning when I call them silly
for saying something I was not expecting,
when I smile in between kisses,
when I pull back
and stare at them quietly
in a paused moment
It is often assumed I am lying,
holding back,
I am laughing at them,
or being rude
My intentions are questioned,
tainted with insecure assumptions
I say silly,
when you would normally say stupid,
for I do not believe in using negative words
towards those I love,
planting seeds of self-deprication
I smile in between kisses
because I am happy
to have you there in my arms,
in a moment which seems to perfect to be real
I pull back in silence
to take you in,
so when I return home
in a few hours
or days
I can recall the beauty of your details,
though we may be hundreds of miles apart,
as I fall asleep on the nights I miss you
-POE(MS)
