It is.

I run away

it's my old standby way

to not deal with you

I close the door

lock it tight behind me

never wanting to know

never knowing if you were behind it

 

I took my cues

did what I thougt was right

I played the part well

The girl who did as directed

I didn't  wonder

Was this a mistake

Should I have fought for what was rightfully mine?

 

Does it matter anymore?

The sinking in my stomach

The lump in my throat

It is for you

Always for you

And you leave anyway

Just like you always had.

 

My words come out like a suicide letter

dripping with heartache

wanting to reach out

I give a false impression

I am not destroyed by you

Quite the opposite

Very much the opposite.

 

 

 

 

 

 

Reviews

[C.T. Bailey]

When I read you, I frequently misread...just when I think I know where your words are taking me, I am directed to another point. It is your style....I like it. I sense that you like the unpredictability to. You are very skilled. The last stanza leaves me wanting greater understanding. I feel....like I've missed something. And that was the intent. Super job. I'm glad I found your work....
Todd