Telling myself I'm not wrong
I'm not crazy
I'm not bitter
I'm not lazy.
All i know is I miss you
but you refuse to listen
or to understand
I just want to know
if you would be sad, stricken, hazy.
If i was so low, enough to be taken
by the undertow of my sadness
and lust for your forgiveness, acceptance
relentless quake of heart wrenching cries to try
to find something alive inside my never fading lies.
Taylor A. Olson
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