Monday, September 20, 2010

Parabolic.

I am sorry for having had you dressed up and then not calling.
No, wait! That was you.

I am sorry for painting pictures of happiness and then splashing dirty waters all over them.
No, wait! That was you.

I am sorry for undermining you and for treating you like a back up furniture.
No, wait! That was you.

I am sorry for telling you that I loved you, when in fact, I did not.
No, wait! That was you.

I am sorry for failing to keep the promises I made to you.
No, wait! That was you.

But, most of all,
I am sorry that now I am the center of your universe, seemingly.
No, wait! THAT IS YOU.

I think you let me control you too much.
No, wait! Still, you...

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