Wait...

And what used to be true still is.... And here I go breaking my rule I just set.


   WAIT


Wait.
Before you go- And I know you will
I need you to know
that the morning always
mocks me.
It makes me slander
all of my intentions.
It makes me weak to the point
that these white walls
scare me
and these women
scare me
because they are not clothed
and they are not my friends.


It is important to know
as you are walking out my door
that I am really not the
bastard you think me to be.
When your mouth runs out of cigarettes
and the joke is no longer funny,
I think
that it's important to know,
I'm not even the bastard that
you need me
to be.


I guess we all
dawdle on the edge
of delirium sometimes.
It makes me realize that the
lunatics
are never quite as crazy as
we want them to be.
I was not right, but
I am sorry.
So you can have that
for all that it is worth.


Stop.
Hold on a second, before
you open the door and
walk out into the certain
sunshine. I....
Need to say that
I'm not too good at anything.
Except for finding wounds,
and when I find them in you,
I tend to push down with both hands.
If I touched you there I'd
do my best to deny it.

I know that you can pick up
my sincerity like lost pennies
from the sidewalk.

I know most people
don't even bother
picking up lost pennies
from the sidewalk.