April 1st, 2021
Right now, all I want to do is apologize. I want time to fall back into my arms so I can redo the last half hour. Everything would be the same, the only difference would be what I do. Instead of hugging you tighter, I'd grab your face in my palms, make sure all of your attention was on me, and I would tell you that I love you. That's what I would do if I were a better lover. That's what I'd do if I were more courageous, happier with myself. But the truth remains that time is far ahead of me now. I can't take back the last half hour, and there is no use missing what could have been said. Maybe my body wouldn't let it come out because I'm not ready. Maybe I'm not ready to admit it yet. Whatever the reason, it was not your doing. My silence is on my own accord. My silence does not represent my feelings. It's my fear screaming louder than any words I could utter. I'll only ask this one more time, because if I say it any more than that, you'll miss the point completely. Please be patient with me. You give me absolutely everything I could ever want. Please let me take my time to give you everything you want.
R.K.
YOU ARE READING
Holeheart
PoetryI am the forgiver. I am the destroyer. I'm not at fault, but I deserve to be. Poetry and Prose Volume V 2021 DISCONTINUED
