i should have planned tonight better
is a funnier thing
when thoughts run rampant
like trying to understand
why you’d leave
when all i asked of was to love
then perhaps your body
desired something else to seed
now i can’t help but feel betrayed
no matter who enters your bedway.
you’ve always had one foot out the door, so you’ve told me. and now you’ve walked out twice, and come back in; twice at your leisure. but now you’re serious. and now you’ll try harder. and now it won’t happen again. and now it’s for the long haul …and now i stand, with one foot out the door.
i still don’t know what to make of it, but i’m trying.
i am trying.