Sometimes I look into the mirror of truth
And I look at myself and think of all that I do
Honestly I wonder what is wrong with me?
Is there something I should say or a way I need to be?I know if I call you there won't be an answer
But you sure benefit from me like you were a cancer
There's nothing to do but to just sit in my room
It's only behind closed doors that I let myself unglueThere's another cut to represent my pain today
When I see your saddened face all I want to do is say
I'm sorry! I'm sorry! I can't fight the way you do
But the love you gave to me was the truest that I knewI'm sorry, my love, for the pain that I've caused
I don't mean to be dramatic; this is for all that I've lost
But despite all the trials I faced in the past
I know you've always been there for when I have crashedI'm sorry for the late nights and the crying
I can tell by your face understand that I'm trying
But it's so hard sometimes to not just send you away
I don't want to hurt you and I want you to stayBut...
Sometimes people just deserve to be lonely
If not for your patience you would've done left the country
Please understand that when I seem emotionally disconnected
It's just me trying to save you from being negatively affectedBut I'm sorry if you feel as if you're to blame
Just thinking about you saying that makes me horribly ashamed
What else are you to think when I do the things I do?
That somehow you're the cause but honestly you have no clueYou're the one true thing I can always rely to be there
You're the only one who listens; you're the only one that cares
I still just don't understand how I got so lucky as to
End up with a person as amazing as youAnd you know I'm not the type of girl that's dripping with desire
I know nothing of romance; I'm not a lover but a fighter
But somehow you bring the most foreign of emotions
You believed in me and you changed all my notionsI guess what I mean by all the things that I'm saying
Is that truly do love you and I promise I'm not faking
I'm just sorry you have to always see me break down all the time
But as long ad you hold me I know I'll be just fine
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PuisiThis is the third installment of the Epiphany poetry series.