I know or would if I opened my eyes long enough to see plainly what’s in front of me that I could never have you One look in your eyes would tell me that Still, I bleed for you. He plays you like a fiddle plunges you into an abyss of worry and debt and drink and yet you cling to him like a woman afraid of going under for the last time when you’re already there. What did I think I would do? Rescue you from a life you don’t want to change? Your reasons are noble, your devotion is moving, your judgment is terribly impaired; What is so markedly strange is why I should be the one to care; I’m gone, too far gone, too committed now to know when or how to stop caring or trying to bail you out I’m the one stranded and snared by your wan appeal and sad misfortune, touched by your vulnerability, weeping for you silently, praying you won’t drown.Birth sign: Capricorn
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