Tuesday, January 21, 2020

The Clipper

I thought we could forgive each other,
for so much disappointment,
I really,
really did,
but I couldn't,

I couldn't,
because I was petty,

not that kind of petty,
but the kind that was okay,
the kind that got forgiven,
but only on your deathbed,
on mine,
my deathbed,

I wasn't who I thought I was,
except for that I have always wanted,
wanted so very badly,






to be better

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