What I Really Want
What I really wanted
is so simple and so true.
It's all I ever wanted
just to be good friends with you.
I'm sorry if the words I write
hurt in ways I didn't see.
But I have no one to talk to,
it's just therapy for me.
Inside the pressure just builds up.
I want to scream and shout.
There's no one there to listen
when I let the feelings out.
I don't really want to make you hurt
with these little poems I write.
The last thing that I ever want
is to start another fight.
Please, just read, the things I say
don't guess or wonder why.
Just know that thru the good and bad,
you're still a special guy.
Actually, I don't think you are wishy-washy at all--just WAAAAAAAAAAAAAY TO GOOD FOR THE MAN IN QUESTION. Why is it that the ones who hurt us the worst are the very ones to accuse us of hurting them by small things? EVERY poet writes to lessen the pain, to share the experience, to announce the joy of the particular moment. Anybody should know that. This is a very good piece of work, Kim. Very good.
Jessica onelilartist