Written August 15, 2007
sometimes i’m not so sure
i’m anything i claim to be.
is hypocrisy a crime?
i knew all along,
yet all this time
i fear i’m lying
to you. can this
be pardoned? i’m
callous and cold,
when all i want is
to be fair to you.
my heart has not the capacity
in any way equivalent to yours.
the chambers have locked long
ago and i may have lost the key.
honey, i’m scared! my God, i’m
scared! is this even excusable?
… i understand if it’s not.
but i trust you explicitly, and
i swear you have been truthful.
so, if i may, i ask of you some
time to adapt, to open my heart
- The title IS “Untitled.” It’s like an oxymoron.