Tripe!
There is a part of me that wants to say I’m sorry
I fear that I won’t know how to fit all the words in a box
What I have to say is nothing that will fit its shape neatly
In to the definition of the way I’m supposed to handle things with you
The other half of me wants for a simple good bye
Two single syllable words that mean an eternity of emotion
Used in death, in sadness, and in closure
The phrase is as hard to say as it often is to hear
It’s hard to chose which one best fits the occasion
I do know that to chose either may be a mistake
Because to say those words means to care wholeheartedly
For you to hear them would require the same in return
I can’t help but ponder how you would have it
How is it you see yourself in my minds eye
Loathing that your my devil
Wishing instead that it were wings that these eyes bestowed upon you
You haven’t a real reason to remain
My truth hides behind my ever apparent cowardly nature
But you, you are the strong one
So why is it then that you can’t seem to let go
Why is it that you don’t give me more when you know all I need is a little
I need you still even when all you want is quiet
I seem to need you more when all you desire is to be alone
Love me as much as I you if only for a moment
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