Plea Bargaining

Made of blood, made of guts, born from love, grown in fire, fed by hate, welcome to me; I may confuse you, please forgive me. 

Author's Note

Reviews

[AYVID N]

This is wrenching for sure. But confusion...? I'm not so sure about that. If this poem is about you (not sure), you're as clear as rain.

Also, I'd never plead for me. (Or is it sarcasm that speaks here?)

[Davidgeo]

You smell a little narcissistic tonight. This is about something I keep inside of me for someone I couldn't possibly reconcile with for reasons I'd rather not get into on a public comment thread.

[AYVID N]

Ouch!

Ok. I get it.

[Davidgeo]

You still smell lovely. Never worry, you're good people.

[AYVID N]

Thank you (smiles)