sunday when i cried

 

youve always said

"i dont want to hurt you"

but i guess your wants are stronger

i no longer know if i can trust

the way we want things to be

because what we have in front of us

i simply cannot digest

 

regrets already fill me

and i regret having those

but it seems regrets are all i hold

 

i held onto you

not wanting to hurt me

and that got me by until

last sunday when i cried

 

you were quiet

not much to say then

but when i needed you to say

"baby, im sorry"...

your tongue

that you once gave so abundantly

was bound in chains

 

this is no mystery

you have no love

at least

none for me

 

Reviews

[Dalaina Renee]

Interesting piece!