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I’m sorry for being me,
this irrational stupid, sluggish me.
Sorry for my lack of normality,
formality, and sometimes even sincerity.
I never claimed to be perfect – and I never
thought to be good. I’m sorry that my words
can be slurred, my thoughts a jumble of crooked sounds –
My eyes a constant frown, while my face chooses to grin. So if
lying is a sin I guess my smile should go to hell –
At least I have a soul I said I would never sell.
Although I’ve leant it out too many times.
Once it got shredded then was returned
I thought, “is that mine”. I’m surprised. It was.
But now it’s fine. So I’m sorry that I have to say no,
It’s not that I want you to go- I just want to know you
without showing you. I’m sorry my view of love is broken, like it’s
some token I need to put in a machine. Jackpot! I’m in love.
but really that will only make my bankrupt.
I’m falling up and still climbing down. It’s my chosen path on
some old worn down grass. But someone broke a bottle
underneath my feet, so when I bleed I will see . Because
Sometimes I forget that I’m not alone – that I can be on my own
and still be told that the center of my world is not some girl, not some treasure,
or something clever. The center is a canvas and my life is paint
sadly my heart is the image that carries all the weight.