your words, a waterfall.
pulling me down,
i’m caught in the current of your charisma. i cannot stand; the water’s too deep. i reach for the rocky walls of my dignity, but cave into the cavity of your charm.
yet, charm fades. my mind clears.
and i remember that i’m not who you say i am.
little by little,
the audible overflow of obnoxious opinion and man-made morality drips its last drop…
and i can stand again.
i come up for air. i speak truth.
but vulnerability makes you nervous. so you recall a resurgence of repetitive irrational reasoning. rambling on…
the battle is mine.
because in the battleground of conversation, the greatest weapon…