I should've spun this a little differently,
I should've told you that you were worse than I said you were,
that you disappointed me,
that you left me feeling sad most of the time,
that nothing would've lived up to the beginning,
I should've said a lot of those things,
but I didn't,
and not because I was shy,
or afraid,
or a coward,
or because I believed that courage was circumstantial,
and that it belonged to a lucky few,
but because I was tired,
probably more of my own tolerance,
than your penchant for taking advantage of it
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