Intentions
A poem for a psychopath
[ProTip: before reading, begin to listen to the song “Diminished” by R.E.M. It will bring the piece below into a whole new level.]
You clung to me
Then pushed away
Maybe it was real or maybe just imagined
Hindsight says I should’ve started my engine
I’ve always wondered about your intentions
I would sit and wonder why
What I did wrong, might even cry
Cursed until the day I die
Take a deep breath and keep on trying
All that’s left to do is try
Try and try and try….again, but OK.
I trusted you once
You lied to me
Maybe it’s a fluke or maybe it’s a pattern
Maybe it’s a deal or maybe doesn’t matter
Starting to doubt your intentions
I would sit and pull my hair
You would only sit and stare
Was obvious you didn’t care
But I was trapped and didn’t dare
I could leave but wouldn’t dare
Staring, uncaring, not daring….again, but OK.
