| honey, it's not you
i'm sorry that i cut you off
when you were trying to
convince me of my goodness
and goodness of all,
of golds sparkling in random places
and of blooming lilacs
i'm sorry that i interrupt you
every time you proceed to form
that three words magic
i'm sorry that i check
your pills instead of asking you
if you took them
i'm sorry that you don't ask me
how i am doing just to
avoid upsetting me
and picking another fight
i'm sorry that i leave you
with your mouth overflowing
with the words i wish
i could believe
the fault is mine |
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gold & lilacs
PoetryHuman nature is all about trying to fit into the normality of society despite its own simplicity and complications First place winner in THE SINNE AWARDS
