The Edge of Honesty

I have not written in a while

Though not for lack of trying

But I’ve been afraid of what you’ll say

When you see that I’m not lying

You see truth is such a tricky thing -

If you open up your soul

You may just make your enemies sing

For you’ve given them their goal

But finding your faults and abusing;

Isn’t that what villains are for?

No, the truth in all of my musing:

What I’m afraid of is more

I’m afraid to say what’s in my head

Afraid that he will not be true

Afraid he will not stay, but instead

Find my virtues to be too few

Afraid of the pointing fingers

That my friends will give to me

When the subject of him lingers

In the subtext of my poetry

But I’m writing now, for I’m tired

Of waiting on this ledge

Though for fear I seem to be wired,

I’m now jumping off the edge

Of honesty