Some of the things
I say
Sound, so very, plain
They're not meant
To be taken
All the time
So, literally, though
There's so much more
That no one knows
So many things,
I have in my head
So many things,
I have not said
Something, I'll tell you
That, I really, mean
I go back and forth
With, all of these things
I'm sometimes, regretful,
I'm sometimes, angry
I'm sometimes, suspicious (of motives)
I'm sometimes, disappointed (in how things turned out)
I'm sometimes, hopeful
Other times, full of doubt
Most times, I'm only looking for
A way out
Most, of the words,
Spoken, in my ears
Are, insincere, at best
I don't explain this though
I know no one would believe
The rest...
The man, that lives with me here
Speaks, these words,
In my ear
Neverending apologies
Only, to turn around
And, repeat
The very thing he just apologized for
He told me
Just 2 nights ago
About all of this supposed
Love, and, respect
He has for me
If that were true...
That's about
All of the explaining
I can do...