Devout Dissonance

Wait, it is my job to wait for you,
if so I can withstand forever by choice.
Beneath the apparent calm inside you,
the deafening roar of my inside voice.

The dissonance noisy dazed and confused,
breathless harmonies silent with rejoice.
My pain felt with the stroke of a hand abused,
I never say never with a this and that choice.

I will eat you up and then lick my lips,
tasting silence and digesting without.
A gallon of your will with all little sips.
angry devotions and yet still devout.

I gave my pain in the form of words amused,
letting go of expectations and returns true.
I promise never to say never when confused,
opening my eyes I saw the dawn blue in you.