all the things

inside me there was one small fear
little and cared for over the years
it grew
came through my chest
under the skin
I was not hoping
for I love you
but rather for Not
its a small world
I know well the places
little and cared for over the years
and who needs to hear
I love you again
who needs that world
after all if you loved me
what would I do but be a fool
and if you don't
then someone else a fool
the shy bury themselves in fears
little and cared for over the years
irrational appropriations of imagination
that some words and affection
will be met with something
something something seen as a beast
and treated as such
irrational thoughts I will
go away to the silent world
and that is what came true
Not even I don't love you
but a silent film
of the old Northwest
inside my head of a
still life
painting