The best policyA Poem by Scott Troy
The dance
A ballroom Masks and hearts at arm length I'll declare I'm a man bent and centered around ego Long sentiments of past detriments I stew in a heavy mixture of me I'm not the center You The ever present The ever evident I do not take you for granted For all we've been through I don't mean to over shadow That which you mean to me No excuses I preach an accord Solemn Bitter Stubborn Feelings genuine Beguiled by my own Sense of... Or rather My own selfish pride I'm so sorry Love Longing Self acceptance I never sought At times Never thought I never wanted you to have it hard Torn thoughts Heavy hearts You've found it hard I wasn't easy You have thoughts I don't blame you This is not about me I know this Love you in extremis A litany of whiskey Lost lies Promises meant to redeem me I love when you pray Subtle hints of attrition When will he begin an then The wait I do fail I've failed you Sunsets in neon blue I've pressed You've pressed back Blunt Honest True I've scarred crossed your heart Apologies Promises Swears to accell Its not that its me Its that I've failed To be the best me I'm so sorry © 2018 Scott Troy |
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