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By Ali Date: 2008 Sep 15 Comment on this Work [[2008.09.15.11.03.21350]] |
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I wonder if you’re not really giving me a chance. I wonder if you’ve written me off, thrown the ideas away, decided that the possibility isn’t even worth it. No effort expended, just one less thing you have to worry about. It’s funny, though, considering all the chances I’ve given you. All the things I’ve forgiven you for. All the times I’ve decided that you're worth it. Maybe you’ll stop running; maybe you’ll be the person I believe you to be. Maybe you’ll stop being so damn scared. And, maybe, just maybe, you'll allow yourself to be caught, to be more than just a man made of memories. I see you, clearly, as wild as ever; I see you clearly, and I think it unnerves you. But...maybe it’s me. I’m not perfect. I don’t behave well all the time; I want everything, maybe a little too much. Still, I’ve wrecked enough moments to cringe while looking back. And forgiveness is a funny thing: not so easily offered, but always easily sought. I wonder if I’ve been careless with the situation—not necessarily my heart. You’ve always had that. Or didn’t you know? No, you’d have to be inhuman not to realize that. And in a way, you are; a wolf among wolves. Even still, I can’t find the moon, and I’m lost for it. |