One More Day
i've been putting myself through blame and hate
like i have nothing left to lose.
all the anesthetics in the world couldn't keep
these senseless thoughts from circling around you.
[is it true only time heals the broken and confused?]
i realize in truth you are nothing but a parody
of the passion my heart upholds
and i KNOW i'm wasting my time if i have too much hope.
it doesn't help that i felt i always had something to prove
when you spoke those unforgettable, unforeseen words,
and since then every thought ate away at my mind.
i scared myself to ailing insecurities that caused the losing of you, the loss of myself too.
as much as i tried to fix my mistakes,
i guess the shortest distance goes a long way.
my only regret is never having the courage to say first
those unforgettable, unforeseen words the night i had you last.
but the past it the past filled with recent days i also wish i could take back.
there are two more words i wish i could say to your face.
fuck you or i'm sorry? which ones?
give or take.
if i could just have one more day..
This poem was written by Genevieve Campbell on Jul 24, 2008.
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