I apologize in advance but darling I can't dance, I blame the curve of my two left feet. And I'm sorry that I have leave you here alone on this isolated ballroom floor but if you need me, I'll be smoking a cigarette on the other side of the door.
And I'm sorry that I can't give you what you want but I'm sure as hell trying. It's hard to dance like time doesn't exist because a part of me doesn't feel like dying. But I'm sure you can't tell because I'm smoking a cigarette and you're dancing with someone else to refrain from crying.
I apologize for my inability to change but I was raised to not be anyone's expectation. Believe me, I'm trying to give you the world, but I can't so I smoke and drink in frustration. I even tried to dance with you for a little while but that was just a frenzy of miscoordination.
I'm sorry that I can't be what you need, it's just my two left and guarded head that's hindering me.
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I'm trying but there's no saving me, I'm just a lost cause.
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drowned energy » poetry
Thơ cathe story of the fluid insomniac •started ➡ april 28th, 2016 •ended ➡ april 28th, 2018 •highest ranking ➡ #320 in poetry
