Forgive me...
I have "spoken wrong" again, been unjust with my words
Forgive me...
I have been eccentric, I haven't followed your personal ideals
Forgive me...
I am on a path to the other side, I am drinking
this "poison" down, it will be my own "undoing"
Forgive me...
Somehow these activities have been the grease
which lubricate the "devils wheels"
Forgive me...
I am underneath all "normalcy," I have seen things
that the children "should not ever see"
Forgive me...
There is a path I have tread upon that bares your mark,
I didn't see the mark before hand but "knew better"
Forgive me...
You are the one! You will show me the way, I am yours
to ****** upon all knowledge both right and wrong
Forgive me...
I will always be in your shadow, I am poor but still
I have "spoiled myself" with work that is lesser

~You will never say two simple words,
they are beyond your comprehension~

~You the "mature," "wise" old one with years of
learning and "pure" precision~

~I am always in your debt, you never need me,
I alone make the untrusted decision~

The two words you would never say are simple:

*~I'm Sorry~

It is hard for me
To let you go
Our love so true
My eyes do show

I miss you my love
Though I must move on
Only he above
Knows if we are truly gone

From a young age
I made myself
Hard
To handle.
Said that I would be impossible
To love
Because that was
Easier
Than getting
Hurt again.
"It will be a challenge
To find someone who can
H a n d l e
Me
Because girls like me are
H a r d
To love".
But laying next to
You
I have never felt so
Soft.

To be hurt by the truth
is better to be comforted with a lie

Rather than hesitant,
be straightforward
in the midst of the fight

I'm asking you
for what you think
I'll take it all in

So I expect you to tell it all
and leave no traces behind

I see writing and suddenly my brothers’ poetry comes to mind, and I realize his writing is not poetry, it is tragedy. Something we both share but we will never talk about it, it is not something we want to talk about.

I see pictures I the polaroid I never took becomes to clear to me. This photo is the still shot I wish I could hold onto.

Every time I see my friends change their style, they become a new person while still retaining their old personality. I will take the time to remind them of how beautiful they are.

I wish there was more I could say...

As time passes by
We romanticize
What we once despised

He can't say
"I love you"
She belongs to
Another man

She longs to
Feel his lips
Though she
Belongs to a man

She is free
To love any man
As she belongs
To no single man