maladroit

maladroit, my maladroit
some end of summer symphony
where you saw fit to leave me.
impassioned apologies
from a passionless heart
cold that aches to feel
seeks my love and warmth
to steal.
well our hair knotted together
with restless slumber
and i couldn't tell where each strand began
so i took to mine with scissors
and yours became shorter, too.
curls and threads on an empty floor--
i was finally free of you.
because i was just a chrysalis
no butterfly, a drab comparison...
at least
i could love.
maybe break, but i couldn't let you
break me.
then where would we be?
my love became a cold war
for the likes of you and her.
no mistake,
no wish of exchange
you simply say; "i'm sorry"
don't do this to me.