The truth is
I've got no more face
to face you

I've been such a ****
and when I look into your eyes
all I feel is shame

your face
with its smile
and accepting eyes
has become a mirror
of all the times I put you down.

I am not avoiding you
because of you
I am avoiding you because

of me

it's the whole cliche'
of "it's not you, it's me"

but maybe it is you

the fact that you
do not hate me
or condemn me
or even as much as recognize my shame

you're drowning me in guilt
and your open arms
are worse than the prodigal son's father's

so when I say
goodbye,
know that
it's not you
it's me
and my insecurities
and my self doubt
and maybe my depression
and maybe my fear

so I'm not gonna like you
I'm not gonna like you

even if I already do