It’s dark tonight.
Usually is, when I’m
Around you.
No, wait;
That was harsh,
Wasn’t it?
Well….I suppose
It’s about as harsh
As when you leave me
To do other things.
You never seem
To stick to the plans
You make with me.
You know, I wish
I could say these things.
There are many, many
Things I could say.
Things like:
“You’re forgiven.”
“You fool.”
“You seriously believed
“I meant it when I said
“It would be okay?”
So many words
That hide at the back
Of my throat–
Terrified
To be spoke.
I know they
Would wound–
Either him,
Or I.
Which one of us?
Beside the point.
I’m tired of pretending
That I’m willing to choose
Your joy
Over mine
Anymore.
It’s been far
Too many
Long dark nights
For me
To still
Care.