With this light shining on my face,
I feel embarrassed that you might see my grin.
And I don't ever want you to think there might be
any semblance of you in my happiness,
because there's plenty.
I read my poetry to you, allow you to see the words
because I love you, but I promised myself
I wouldn't fall in to that pit again--
so I let you read my poetry because
you mean nothing to me.
I'm okay with all of these contradictions
but we'll need to make a hefty deal
with a contract littered with legal terms
that I promise not to run away again
& you promise never to let on.
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