More in my face
than is my taste,
but I cannot run,
can’t lead my own way.
I can’t rewrite the play,
cannot delete the act,
can only drown
in the desert of your eyes,
wither in the tears
and choke in sobs.
I was quick to love
and to hate was even quicker.
Did not forgive
let to forget,
did not beg,
did not apologize.
Sang all the songs I knew
in a night.
Said all the words I wanted
in a day.
Killed all the dreams I had
at once…
A place in heaven
I won’t find…
A place in hell
I don’t deserve…
So I’ll wait around,
don’t look for me,
for my faith to be served.
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