The one who drives me crazy
Yet still makes me feel safe
Although I scream and snap at you
You still put up with me.
It's an honor to be your girlfriend
Anybody else would agree
You're so much greener than a flag
And your generosity never ends.
......
I am sorry for the pain I've caused
For the wounds that still haven't paused
The hurtful words that I have said
The tears that you have shed
I wish I could take it all back
And make up for the love that I lack
I know that apologies can't change the past
But I hope this one will last
......
It's so much easier to pretend it isn't true
There's no way I could do that
I don't have that sort of desire
But as much as it hurts me I can't imagine how it hurts you
The evil inside of me was great even then
You'd think I was too young
I couldn't think that
But it's awful and I'm hardly taking it in
......
Dear future love of my life,
I’m sorry in advance.
“What for?” You may ask
To that I say, everything
Every bruise,
inside and out
The ones from simply bumping into walls
and the ones from poorly raised lovers
Every scar
The cuts I will cover with the sleeves of my dress
......
The Facade
Journeys riddled with incessant pain
Yet the scars never show
brought to my knees in agony
Yet they remain unscraped
Maybe there is no pain
This was a waste
......
The one who drives me crazy
Yet still makes me feel safe
Although I scream and snap at you
You still put up with me.
It's an honor to be your girlfriend
Anybody else would agree
You're so much greener than a flag
And your generosity never ends.
......
The Facade
Journeys riddled with incessant pain
Yet the scars never show
brought to my knees in agony
Yet they remain unscraped
Maybe there is no pain
This was a waste
......
With apology to T.S. Eliot
I arrived where I longed for
nothing new did I see
it seemed such a waste of time
I scored no victory-
my steps I retraced immediately
to turn back to the beginning
it was no longer there:
......
Dear future love of my life,
I’m sorry in advance.
“What for?” You may ask
To that I say, everything
Every bruise,
inside and out
The ones from simply bumping into walls
and the ones from poorly raised lovers
Every scar
The cuts I will cover with the sleeves of my dress
......
It's so much easier to pretend it isn't true
There's no way I could do that
I don't have that sort of desire
But as much as it hurts me I can't imagine how it hurts you
The evil inside of me was great even then
You'd think I was too young
I couldn't think that
But it's awful and I'm hardly taking it in
......