letting the feelings sit
I can't rip them in half
like I did to your note

I'll let them stay
till they rot
in the back room

never will settle
you've got to tell me
to go
before I do it myself

so unbalanced
uneven picture frame
of us in my mind

I wish I could just erase
all the precious moments
I can't get back

unsatisfied
or glorfied
there's no peace
with you

if you could say sorry
would you?
bury me if I asked you to?