Never heard
the words I said
And yet I
stand aloof
Wishing I
could do it all over again
I wish I
could take back
A lot of
what I said
Even though
the odds were stacked
And say nicer
things instead
Feelings of
regret flood
My mind,
heart, body, and soul
There is
use in crying over spilled blood
Even though
it was my heart you stole
But that
does not negate
Everything
I wrote against you
In fact it
aggravates
And all of
the regrets accrue
You will
never read this
And I’m not
sure I want you to
I’m scared
of the power of the fist
Because I
deserve every punch from you
Regardless
of whether you played
With my
fragile, glass heart
Regardless
of whether I should have stayed
So
committed to not being apart
I have a
duty as a man
To treat a
woman correctly
But,
Brittany, goddamn
I have
tried so ineptly
And here I
am with words
Words that
cannot express
The sorrow
that now occurs
My mind is
vexed
My heart
burns with sorrow
For ought
not to dishonor a woman
Regardless
of what she does
To me or
rather to men
There is no
need to ask “Why?” or “Because”?
I am in the
wrong
Regardless
of what I do or say
All I can
say is, “so long”
And just
get up on my way
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