This is not a poem, it is regarding my chronic...
Just thought I'd share...

Please forgive my petulance,
It's not who I'm meant to be...

If I am an old house,
Broken windows, rotted woodwork...

You say, when I say how much I miss you,
It's not as if you dont miss me and want me there...

I hate how when I'm gone,
It's out of sight, out of mind...

Glorious days i spend with you,
After all this time I am free...

You are the calm in my soul,
When we're apart there's a storm that rages...

Denial, it's not just the name of a river,
It's reaching for a baguette from out of a quiver...

Down, down
Down in the deep...

Why can't we just love each other,
Just look into each others eyes and make beautiful...

You're the queen of my heart
And everything I am and will be...

Im not taking the blame anymore,
For things that aren't my fault, things that were...