If you’re half a mile away
then you’re a million.
I might as well be talking
to the chair.
I was only trying to break your fall,
not put you up against the wall.
I hope you land on something
soft down there.
Apologies are never quite enough
especially when nothings really
changed since then to now.
Performance is an art;
I need to learn to play the part
and never say ‘I love you’ to you somehow.
It seems I’m always betting
when you’re folding,
even when the ante's
less important than the sport.
I was trying to hold on tight;
didn’t care if I was wrong or right.
Now on every card I'm dealt
Jacks and Kings attend your court.
Apologies will never be enough;
especially when there's really been
no change from now to then.
Deception is an art.
I have to learn to hide my heart
and never say ‘I love you’ to you again.
[who is reading? please feel feel to comment constructively.]
