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Forgive me

Forgive me, for I have been untrue;

If you want to hear a story, it will take some time;

 If you want to understand, take a seat, I will begin;

Forgive me, for I have been untrue;

I did not speak the truth; I was filled of fear

I fueled my life with this scarcity;

I ran away from you.  I ran away from me. 

I ran away.  I ran and I ran.  But I went nowhere, nowhere fast.

 It is as if I starved the self to be at whole; I could not bear the fruit it sold.

I knew it wrong; I did not want to feel – the possibility, oh, but what if it were to be true with you?

I feared.

Forgive me, for I have been untrue;

If being so true were to be so good, I am bad.

I spoke too quickly I was to cease inside;

I spoke untrue.

I did not act, for that was yesterdays.

I felt as if I was at a place that could be taken and not replaced.

I was to protect that sacred thing, I was taken to a dreadful space.

I spoke untrue; forgive me, for I was filled of fear.

I raged the hurt; I sickled inward.  I curled and shriveled at the very thought of the same untold untrue said upon me;

Forgive me, for I have been untrue.

If not for me

Oh, but how, for you.

I did not want to risk this feeling, this untold untrue this thing called love; I did not want to feel because I did not know it for myself as whole

I have told a wrong; I have hurt you

I did not want to speak at all; for fear diluted my speech

It rose above the cave it slept; it crept and oh, how it crept.

Forgive me, for I have been untrue.