He who forsakes me (Poems And Tales)

Wash it with soap

I want to be like you.For every time I hear you speak, you do it gracefully.You know the words to say and don't.You speak it flawlessly.I on the other handSpeaks with words, barbarically.I can't seem to articulate them perfectly.Ineffable.They will say: I'm angry, I'm mad, that I say it in spite. I've burned more bridges than I could build. I've hurt the people I meant to heal.And like the wise men say " rather be thought an idiot for not speaking than opening your mouth and proving it. "Your words are like gospels. You speak them but not to preach. For you know and I know that people of ages didn't want to be taught lessons that go against their beliefs.Beliefs of drifters.A belief that was never their own, to begin with.And like one of them, the need to explain my side urges me to speak to be understood. This, a mistake for I have never should.For, in the end, it was in vainFor, in the end, it became a painA mistake I could never take backand all I can say is I'm sorry for trying.