I'm sorry
If I've ever hurt you

I've never been gentle

I'm sorry
If I've ever mistreated you

I've never been too nice

I'm sorry
If I've ever degraded you

I've never been understanding

I'm sorry
If I've never made you happy

I've always tried

I'm sorry
If I've never measured up

I've always attempted to

I'm sorry
If I've never been good enough

I've always been a failure

many ways to love
so few opportunities
to love completely

my silence means naught
please don't interpret my heart
it has its own voice

Am I really as good as I think I am?
maybe not
Am I as good as I think others are?
probably not
Am I really as good as others think I am?
definitely not
I'm only as good as I think I am
*confidence can be elusive

She's my drug; my vice;
my escape from reality
one kiss sends me flying through the seasons,
her touch sends an electric fire across my skin
she's my addiction, a day of silence
and the withdraws kick in; the lack of sleep
the loss of hunger it makes me wonder
how I used to function without her.

simplification
complicated endeavor
a lifelong cycle