Forget traditional forms
and iambic rules
you hurt me deeply
I feel like a fool
These words were all I had
for you at one time
and now they are simply
lines of unoriginal rhyme
This place contains
a diary of my soul:
memories of our flesh
and stories we haven't told
You treat it like some
time consuming aferthought
listening closer
only when we have fought
But I felt it tonight
and knew you were preoccupied
when I read it I felt
perpetual pain rise inside
It does come first
and I should understand
you have so much to do
to accomplish your plan
But balance and limits
are echoes of fear
You shouldn't condone them
not with me here
I think of those times
at the foot of your bed
or the stunning moments
when you finally said
How much you love me
and need me in your life
but tonight I feel
the jagged edge of your knife
Salted wounds of envy
break open, sting and burn
while pangs of regret bleed
what I should have learned
Maybe it doesn't matter
when I take the time
to praise your clever songs
and share what is on my mind
Oh how you inspire
every part of me
If you could only feel my touch
I know that you would see
How very much I love you...
But Why am I bothering to speak?
You are already asleep
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