i've written too many
poems about how
unhappy i am,
or can be,
or was.

i've written too many
poems about not
believing in myself,
or being uncertain of
myself
or being my own cynic.

i've told you too many
times that i miss you,
or that i need you,
or that i want you.

i think i've bored you,
or removed you,
or misled
you.

i've written too many
poems and i'm sorry,
or unafraid,
or already forgiven.