When you get a chance to apologize,
Don't say:

I'm sorry, but....

Just be the adult you say you are,
Then what you say will be enough:

*I'm sorry.

When I stooped to pick up the scattered
Pieces of the shattered glass
You so angrily threw in the vicinity
Of my head when I was thirteen years old
All I could think about was
How much I loved you and couldn't leave.

When I bent over to still the throbbing
Pain behind my ribs
You so angrily punched vigorously
As I collapsed at the foot of the stairs,
All I could think about was
How much I loved you and couldn't leave.

When I silently accepted the meted out
Punishment of lash after leather lash
For a crime I might've committed
But certainly didn't fit the excess discipline,
All I could think about was
How much I loved you and couldn't leave.

When I watched over your sleeping form
As you dreamt of a life far away
From the accumulated griefs and offenses
Which eventually incited you to go,
All I could think about was
How much I loved you and couldn't leave.

How much I loved you and couldn't leave.

Loved was always past tense.
Leave was always on my mind.

Eventually, neither of us did the loving,
But you did the leaving.

Yet I find myself stuck in this same
Train of Thought:

*How much I loved you and couldn't leave.

I'd smoke tobacco if it was from your hands
I think I'd do anything if it came from your hands
I've always felt this way for as long as I've known you
I can't articulate it

I'm not being creepy
but I have always watched you
not in the creepy way
but I just wanted to
know who you are
but you were always so far
away
I wanted to feel
whatever you felt
even in a small way

I have waited for a long time
and so I am nervous,
as you may find!
So when you walk me down the street
and talk to me about nothing very neat
I'm still blooming on the inside!
I'm absolutely shattered in the gentlest way.

I want to see you another day.
Maybe when I'm not so nervous.

Love is for saps, suckers, and fools,
Love is pointless,
Love is the blues.

Love is cause for all the evil in the world,
Love is the gun,
Love is the girl.

Love is heartbreak and anger and fear,
Love is the pits,
Love is never clear.

Love is pain from the hottest wildest fire,
Love is burning,
Love is our strongest desire.

Love is what ails me every minute of every day,
Love is sickness,
Love is caring anyway.

Love is SO STUPID, it makes no sense,
Love is your touch,
Love is your lips.

Love is in me, though you do not care,
Love is rejection,
Love is not here.

Love is time, even when you don't have it,
Love is far-fetched,
Love is unrealistic.

Love is never real, reliable or true,
Love is someone else,
Love is not you.