i really do mean
that it's not you,
it's me.
because darling,
some days i cannot
tell the difference
between a bite and
a kiss, and
darling,
too often i am
all take, with
no give.
darling,
i'm sorry,
but my bones tend to
shake and
my mind is too often
wandering and
i have never been very good
at standing
still.
oh, darling,
it isn't your fault, but
the fact remains-
this just
isn't going
to last.
