twenty-nine

convince me, i am worth the price paid out
or leave me with the other liars and thieves
put my hands in your side as if it’d remove doubt
or veil yourself as if it were default to believe

convince me, you’ll meet my mumbling
or quiet your intercession as if i were fluent
run to me as if i were the prodigal returning
or call out my name as if i’d recognize it

convince me, your love is still seeking
or let me know you’ve given up & left
call me out from the grave i’ve been digging
or bury me as if you hadn’t raised the dead

convince me, my faithless lips are still yours
or withdraw as if they couldn’t make your heart climb
lean in, as if you hadn’t found me as a whore
or leave, as if you hadn’t knelt down in my grime