i want to be the carefree lover
i am not
i am still this basket of judgment
i am still this bitter coffee pot
of second guesses and cool assumptions
that, the next step will be painful
and the interim is just breath-holding
till you send evil again
and what never enters in
is the reality
that this has never come
or that it's blasphemy
that i have written i six times--now count--
when pretending to be all
about you