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Manipulator
Here we go again...
Waiting for you to forgive me for something you've done. Pushing for you to forgive and forget or at least pretend so we can go on. Happy in my stagnant pond. While im spouting off what you want to hear your arms are crossed, unwilling to admit a sliver of guilt the onus lies on my shoulders again. I live in your forgivness but there is something about this deju vu making my apology surreal. Puppet on a string still begging at your feet. Defiance boils within me and I look away as if reciting lines words flow easily but tonight without emotion My fairy tale imagry falls lightly around me as I realize all of my patched bridges wield charcoal beams and my rose coloured glasses are past the point of repair I hear myself telling you that Im wrong again, but something in my tone makes you turn and slam the door For the first time since I met you I dont chase to yell "Im sorry" to your speeding car, or grab your sleeve to make you stay and although I want forgiveness Im begin to see, even through the waves of my own insecurity that alone may be better |