As humor leads to hurtful words,
and kisses lead to living babies,
then misunderstandings lead to
broken hearts.
And as humiliation leads to drama,
And truth leads to tears,
Just as stories lead to wanting to know more about
The common karma
We heard,
We faced,
We saw.
I cannot disagree
With your desire and effort.
It’s a way for us to never lose.
I would rather
Cry with you from hearing truth,
Than to lie and become mentally ill.
You are the best thing about that hour I feel
Naked
In front of all the others.
By my lack of knowing this information,
You care for me then and there.
Now I know I messed up,
I am the fool.
I am overcome with guilt
And growing out of being naïve.
My empty stomach and trembling hands
Are the sign of how I never want to let you go.
If you ever change your mind and this time you
Declare yourself gone.
Know yourself as rare and sweet.
I’ll be here if you ever want to try and have these conversations again.