I'm not sorry For most of my apologies You see, I'm sorry for inevitably hurting others But if I was everything they wanted me to be We wouldn't be happy.
Anchormen every morning Famed KC's three-sided hub. Traffic northbound, Southbound, Eastbound, Westbound. Honks and blinkers all resound In one ear and out the other, Distant memories of highways I'd never traveled nor cared about.
Now you've brought them meaning I've passed over every road Racing to you Then cruising and dreading visits' endings.
Your finger through my belt loop A smirk across your face Your shared not stolen sorry A deep, inviting gaze A cord wrapped 'round your doorknob Quick then deeper kiss Your country songs My hipster hums A wide smile spans your face.
"Don't get in your own way." My eyebrows furrowed Then raised as I nodded, Mouth curled, "Do you know what I'm trying to say?" Heavy lids, Eyes wet with understanding, "Yes, absolutely." I sighed, Smiled, And let my heart soar.
My head on his chest Fingers drawing circles around his navel, "You know how if the moon were any closer Or any farther away, Our tides would be outrageous?" A smile creeps along his lips, "Mmm-hmm." "And if this earth were any closer Or any farther way From our sun, We wouldn't have life?" His "yes" trails off. "Well, that's like you and I-- If you were any smaller Or any bigger We couldn't fit together perfectly like this." He kisses my forehead And pulls me closer.