I take it back
What I will say to you
Tomorrow

I mean things
I hear and then I repeat
Them, thinking
They are what
I mean

I take it all back
Everything I've ever done
And will do that I know will end up
Hurting you
I hurt others because I
Do not have an
Effect on life

Options -
There are
A lot of them.

I wish
I could be perfect
For you.

I wish
My faults
Were as attractive
As my positives.

Write my name in the center of the page.
Draw a line down the middle.
Write what is good.
Write what is bad.
Write what you would miss.
Write what

You wouldn't.

I can take it.
I'm a big boy.
I'm close to being a
Man,

I think.

I take it all back.
Every raised voice.
Every shout.
Every scream.
I take it all back though,
Both of us knowing,

It will inevitably happen again.

When love
Is perfect,
Is it real?

And by real
I mean is it tangible, three - d?
Can you ***** your finger on it?
Can it make you think
Of your grandma of 83 or your
Father who sees movies on a Saturday
Alone, nearly bringing you to tears?

What kind of real is it?
What kind of real is the love we have and
And the love
Others have?

I'm not trying to compare.
I'm trying to speak to you, to her, to him -

To everyone.

I am trying to speak
Uninhibited, without regret, standing with form, beside, and
Behind it, as well as

Away.

I
  Take
It

   All
          Back,
Ex-
      cept the things

You wish

                  To

                        Keep.