Liquid Nature of True
by Ru
(written 2003)


You use your words like a weapon,
pretend they’re with love.
And I took it all in
till I finally had enough.
So we drift apart,
like seeds in the wind.
And I hope that one day,
this isn’t how it all ends.
But you bury deep,
what’s deep inside of you.
You bury deep,
the liquid nature of true.
That you are a child,
grown callous by living.
Grasping for someone to show you,
“What is loving?”
So take this, “I’m sorry,”
as unconditional love.
Because I hope like I have,
that you’ve finally had enough.