This is just to say,
I am sorry for lying.
I know you were expecting me to tell the truth
About falling in love with you but
I didn't fall
Or scrape my skin loose,
Blood smearing on the unforgiving pavement.
Curdling, browning, settling
On the pavement.
I am sorry for skinning my knee.
I know you wanted me
To walk you to the park
But I can't, my knee is dying.
I am sorry for not kissing your cheek
With my dry, chapped lips;
I am sorry you don't notice me falling
And flaking
Like dandruff on the shoulders of a nervous
Office intern.
I am sorry for not being sad when you left,
And for not noticing the tear on your face
Like crimson
Reflecting the lack of a glint in my eye.
Nov 10, 2011
Nov 10, 2011 at 1:52 PM UTC
This is just to say,
I am sorry for lying.
I know you were expecting me to tell the truth
About falling in love with you but
I didn't fall
Or scrape my skin loose,
Blood smearing on the unforgiving pavement.
Curdling, browning, settling
On the pavement.
I am sorry for skinning my knee.
I know you wanted me
To walk you to the park
But I can't, my knee is dying.
I am sorry for not kissing your cheek
With my dry, chapped lips;
I am sorry you don't notice me falling
And flaking
Like dandruff on the shoulders of a nervous
Office intern.
I am sorry for not being sad when you left,
And for not noticing the tear on your face
Like crimson
Reflecting the lack of a glint in my eye.
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