| Sometimes, this draft of truth we drink, Is to dark and bitter for my tastes, And not even your honey kisses can sustain me, As they are given to lips numbed by fire, Unfeeling to the touch, And all I have to live through, Is the memory of your kiss, Tainted by the fact that it is now unachievable. Can you forgive and forget? I can forgive you, For you did nothing wrong. You were so much truer than I thought, There was so much nobility in your actions, And my jaded, cynical character, Came blazing through in the heat of the day, Fired by my own distrusting nature, Incinerating any kind thought you might have had of me. Can I forgive myself? May be in time, but not now. My actions were rash, My behavior crude, And the whole occasion, Was a scene of incredible, unspeakable, unpleasantness. It's so sad, but my mother was right, A drunk woman is a disgusting sight, And I pray that one-day, In your eyes, I'll regain the favor now lost. I�m sorry Hun, I didn't mean it, You were right, you always are, I'm beginning to understand that now, And note there's no sarcasm in my voice. Make your peace with me at least, And free me from these self-made chains. If that is truly the last of you I am to see, I wish I could go back, And rewrite that ending, So that we at least parted with a laugh, A wave, A kiss in the air, And fond thoughts of that spring one year. You've hurt me right now, Hurt me bad, But I think it's gonna be all right, Yeah, I think it's gonna all work out, One day we'll both look back, And it will be something to laugh about, That time you broke my heart, That time you ripped it out, "Kids!" we'll say, Smiling as we look away, Obscuring the true pain in our eyes, That which we try so hard to deny, Shown plainly in our thoughts, And glimpsed in our words, All to easily forgotten about, Hidden with in our own self-doubt. Can you really leave so easily? Can you really leave with out good-bye? Did I mean so much after all? Yeah, I thought that's what you'd say, Nothing, Not a word. I guess that in your silence I now have my answer, And though it's not the one I wanted, It's more than I had before. So I'll take those brief shinning moments together, And tuck them away, So that they'll always be near my heart, And I'll look for another, One who could possibly be deserving, And kind, And caring. Maybe if it doesn't work this time, He'll be mature, He'll tell me the truths in his lies, Account for his mistreatment, And he'll leave me with good-bye. |