Sometimes a confession
Like this
Can run deeper than the shallow banks
For a long time, one can become
So self-involved
The mind steals the beauty of relationships
And drapes it over itself
No one wants to push away their friends
Even family away,
But you may not know you're burning
In the fire you didn't mean to start
I've scorched hands
I've hurt
I've traded loved ones
For love itself
Greed is responsible, but I let him in.
I promise
That you mean so much to me
I've just forgotten how to show it
Now the tide has caught up
The fire is starting to burn
And there seems to be no one left
Except pain itself
And, God, it hurts.
I'm finally paying for what I've done
By being pulled underwater
Just like when I would suffocate everyone
I had
I don't know whether to apologize
Or stay put
Or hope you may forgive
But I can confess
And I now know that you all matter
And that I love you
And I'm wanting to build that
House with you all again
I believe in second chances
And they exist
At the bottom of the deepest rivers
YOU ARE READING
Coffee & Contemplation
Poetry"I am the only person in the world I should like to know thoroughly." - Oscar Wilde
