Stained
The wounds were not for you to
mend my cruel needs not your kind
and lightness in a heart can’t rid
a darkness of the mind
I’ve been soaked by sympathy
and bathed in baths of hot
hope it seems your scissors aren’t
enough to cut reinforced rope
I can see when you look past me
why is it you pass me by and
tiptoe on top my chest like what
you know I need is shy
Your tries
your falls
your second chances
don’t ever seem to run dry
your smiles and laughs and
wishful jokes they drain my
noisy gulping cries
I do not want to
cause you hurt or
pierce you with my lies
I love you
so
I’m sorry
but
I still deeply
want to
