when fair
swings with
Chevrolets so
children rush
there when
some peanuts
are fired
when nights
begun barbs
that Randall's
humor still
in stride
when a
plause would
take center
stage with
gossip y'all

I'm not who you think I am
I'm not your Ms Perfect
Inside I'm Ms Broken as I can be
My insides are screaming apologies.
You don't understand what the word love means
At least not to me.
Love means a deep understanding and stability
But you don't seem willing to give that.
You just give words
But don't actions speak louder than words?
But all I hear are your words muddling up my brain
I don't see anything from you.
Are you willing to do anything more than just say I love you?
Because that's all you do
But that's not very reassuring
Because what happens if I fall?
Your words can't catch me but I don't know
If you'll even move to try and save me.
But I'm broken and no amount of your empty words can mend me.
I need more but you just won't help me.

There are thing you must do
And you'll always know, exactly why

And on the other side
Of the same wall

There will be residual things
Ever new to you

And the reasons for which
You will probably guess at

Though you may never know
Must you learn to abide?