Always searching
for that acceptance
but no one ever thought about it.
So why should you?
And so you go away
I thought you’d step out for a while
To buy some groceries
or some tools at the store
And I awaited in our bed
For your silhouette at the door
After the sound of the knob
But alas you never returned
So you go away
Through the woods you said you were afraid of
But no hands or claws are dragging you in
Yet you run into it on your own
So you go away
I drove you out, didn’t I?
When you were sorting comfort from my arms
But all I did was try to talk sense into you
I should have known
you already knew what you had to do
Which is not what you were asking of me
In clear simple words,
Not spoken through your lips
How I failed to see
And so you go away.
But alas, God has other plans.
Oh the desire to write again, and seriously.
Maybe my only way out is to really make my way out.
One day of leave is better than nothing, but definitely not enough for a good rest, neither conducive enough for thinking.
A past I don’t want to return to,
A present I can’t get out of,
A future I’m too afraid to imagine.
What if everyone realizes the scum in me?
