Wednesday, December 8, 2010

if soup had a single color

I make you worry and I know it,
sometimes,
at least.

What I mean to say is,
I love you.
I think.

I do not mean to cause such worry.
It is uncharacteristic of me,
really.

And I do love you...
it's just
not enough.

But do not think that
it could ever be
your fault.

I'm just so unpracticed
and so pathetic
and weak.

I suppose that is why you worry,
even though
you shouldn't.

But you love me, so you will.
I just don't quite
understand.

I guess I need you
to keep loving
until I do.

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