it’s not
Like all the others, this will probably end up private.
been covered in bruises
no one’s fault
but mine
not looking to blame
it’s not really a crime
it’s not really your fault
it’s not real
- I digress
it’s not a confession
it’s not absolution
it’s not what you think
it’s not what I said
it’s not what you’ve seen
it’s not in our bed
it’s in the air
it’s rearing its head
- I apologize
for the words
for fears
for speaking at all
with teeth grit hard enough
no sound will emerge
it’s for the best
it’s the right thing
- I think
though what that might be
has escaped me
for a long time now.
