Prose - How Can I Go Back?
Well, I wouldn't call this one easy listening....
It wasn’t a misunderstanding
You crushed my spirit
I can no longer smile
The best I can do is forget
Forgiveness is too high a price
When your inner self must die
I could say “I love you”
But it would be a lie
Now you begin the count
Of your prodigal blessings
You bought yourself time
Through the long lonely evenings
There is no satisfaction
In a list of grievances
What justification do I need
For your new life of consequences?
You say you’re sorry
As if that’s all it takes
You wipe away the past
And shrug off your mistakes
I don’t want revenge
Or to cause you pain
But there is nothing you can do
To make me relive that again
I felt love for you
And then hate
Now the extremes are gone
I no longer carry your life's weight
To ask a ship to sail
Upon desert sands
Is the same as asking me
To live with your demands
It is an impossibility
The match was made in hell
So pray for someone else
There's no more water in the well
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