Apology.A Poem by Lydia
If I had a dime for every time I wish I hadn’t broken you, I could fill this mattress And a hundred thousand chests And I miss you, ‘Cause I haven’t been breathing Without you around, And I remember your voice And your face but A kiss of disdain has Since faded away. I’m not supposed to want this And I don’t know What I want anymore, ‘Cause my world is upside down With panic attacks and tic tac toe Resulting in less highs than lows; I’m tired of living ‘Cause life ain’t the same. Do you remember me, Can you think of my name? You hate me, hell I know, I hate me too, For my faults and my fragments, But mostly ‘cause what I did to you. And I’ve never been capable Of being a great girl, But I still try and I fail, And I feel cold, I feel numb: Mascara cries in the a.m. at five And that day that I die Might be coming. Only four hours under your touch And you were the one who Needed me so much, But I just didn’t see, Or maybe I couldn’t believe. God only knows what you’re thinking, And as much as I can’t stand it, I love it: your wit, Wishing I could bury my face In a bag made of plastic, You want to live now And I want to die, I’m never surprising but My chest keeps falling and rising, Again and again, I’m chasing the tail end And what’s around the next bend Can’t possibly be as bad as what The last one turned out to be, Turn to me, call me, Something to let me know You’re still the same, Tell me my sin hasn’t Tainted your smile While you walk away, I won’t mind if you Leave me behind, And have you let go? I hope so, ‘Cause I’m not worth holding onto, No cause or culture to belong to, I drift along like bark in the river, Trying to cross over, Getting nowhere, I’m not sleeping well ‘Cause you slept here, I’m not feeling well ‘Cause you felt here, And I’m sorry, I’ll do anything, But that’s not much Of a promise and I’m not much of a liar Except when I’m telling the truth, And I’m no soothsayer but I’m still aware of the marsh hare And your hair and I’m ashamed Of myself and what I’ve become So all I can do is apologize And hope you find Love. © 2008 Lydia |
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Added on August 19, 2008 AuthorLydiaSeattle, WAAboutI'm Lydia. I write free verse. Nature is freedom. My Bird, I am forever changed. Rest in Peace, my beautiful friend. Consistency is the last refuge of the unimaginativ.. more..Writing
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