February 10, 2009
sorry
i am so sorry
that i cannot seem
to make myself be
what it is
i know you need
and i am sorry, too
that i cannot
bring myself to be
a better person
and let go of you
you may say
not to worry
as if your heart
is hard as rock
and can not get hurt
but i know better
i’ve seen through
a weakness
in your eyes
you may not know it
but you’re
telling me lies.
lies
of the mind
the ones that
toss out reasoning
and hold on tight
to whatever sounds right
to get you
whatever it may be
at the time
that feels right
my fear is that you
may begin to regret
how invested
you’ve become
through the time
that we’ve spent
more so, i fear
that i may begin
to pull back
or move on
or get bored with you, dear
i love how we laugh
and how our bodies
just fit
but i warned you
at the start
that this would be it
we would joke
and have fun
and let this course
take its run
find someplace to hide
share stories, confide
but i am not looking
to find that one
and baby,
if you were him
i’d already have run.
