I tasted my confession,
As I sat bleeding my truths all over the floor.
I’ve been alone biting my tongue,
For at least an hour now or more.
My secrets I have kept them hidden,
You hate me ’cause my words are not all for you….anymore.
I’ve grown and moved along.
I’m doing more and more and more and more!
Does it scare you to see me?
Do you have a heart that is beating?
I’ve been your child since I started breathing.
None of it ever makes any sense at all!
What kind of standards do you wish for….
What kind of standards do you wish for me?
Nothing more than simple,
I’d prefer to keep from any extra complication.
“Do what makes you happy”
My “happy” is far from your perfection.
You words were surely sore,
I tasted the sour as I slowly closed the door.
Unattached now to your presence,
Miserable, lonely, and simply forlorn.