Ignorance Is Beautiful by Incisive

You are beautiful in a sense
That your smile illuminates the best,
And your head on my shoulder--
Could be the best weight I’ve had on it
Since, I don’t know when.

Comforting,
A way to predict my own--
Smile.

And this anchor dragging on a chain,
Strapped to my waist,
I can barely progress at this slow rate.

You make me forget about those ingrates,
Or maybe I’m the ingrate, I don’t know,
But I forget about that too.
I no longer worry about my featured show.
It always seems to have a timed schedule,
But the anticipation will never grow.

I lived through predictions,
Lived through being mistaken,
And I still feel like--
I don’t know what’s right.
Even if
It’s in
My plain
View
Sight.

I’ve been thinking,
Maybe I’m ignorant.

Yet you smile,
And I forget about my anchor.
I forget about
What I don’t deserve.
How the rules of life curve--
For me, for someone so--
Ungrateful.

I feel like I’m living a life
That is not mine.
I have proof to prove that.
I have proof to redirect that.

But you, simple as ever, set me in place
When you laugh,
I feel like I’m safe
From the hands that choke my neck.

And then when your laugh--
Becomes addictive,
I’m in love with the chase.

The chase of someone to bear,
To hear, my depictions and transgressions.
The periods of emptiness and the rage sessions.

I’m lucky to have anyone at all.

Here’s the clincher;
You are my restricted confidentiality,
And my chain to my anchor
Will not break, will not liberate
For now, anyways.

The many times I let them go,
This time I will break my clock.
And watch the hands stop.

I will watch you smile,
I will break this inner-growing denial,

Or, why bother to get up
again?