With this pen
I write my anger...
I hate you right now,
please forgive me somehow.
It's only anger I feel,
it probably isn't real or even permanent,
just a temporary burst of pain,
but no need to explain,
you understand...
or do you?
Do you see what I'm going through?
Do you realize where I've been?
What I've seen?
How much I've swallowed in one gulp?
Hello? Do you hear me?
What I'm saying?
I'm talking to you.
I've been talking to you.
Obviously, under it all, nothing matters.
I guess it never did,
and maybe years, years from now,
you'll try to put these broken pieces
back together,
to somehow change
what you did wrong,
to turn your weaknesses strong,
and if you're lucky,
I'll be near,
with an apologetic ear,
releasing a tear,
in my heart,
wishing you were here. |
