Manic - A Book of Poetry

Letting Go

Letting Go

I guess it's time to apologize

for assuming I knew what was best

with short skirts and crop tops thinking

you'd love my skin over my mind and how

I sing in the car when no one is watching

love songs turn to I can't believe I almost gave

my sanity to you.  You're no good for me.  Defy

the odds like asthmatics smoking, hold the chain link fence

watch my hopes go flying by.  You'll change or I'll change

or the world will construct a universe where you're not

self indulgent and joyful at the sight of heartbreak. 

So I'm sorry.  For assuming you would notice

my just curled hair and way I pick at my nail polish

radiating my want to wear your jacket, body drowning

in loose fitting material and head resting on your chest.