Love, Pain, Truth

First, Love.

swimming through the haze that I called love?

maybe I just liked the way you looked in that high-collared coat

stuck on the idea that maybe you laughed with me

sinking into worlds where it could have been

you and me or me or somebody else

but I'm nobody and I was afraid to call anything love

I was still choking on the word like

Second, Pain.

the real pain was being selfless or selfish or both

when weeds grew through my heart

and I wanted to know the truth but the

vines took over before my mouth could

learn how to open - shut

so I did the most logical most emotional thing

I ruined everything

Third, Truth.

still looking - flashlight blinding - tell me

if you find anything that looks right

I've tried honesty and all I know is I'm

more confused - bound by invisible strands

I placed them carefully to protect myself

so no I don't know the truth

understand I never did

Fourth, Forgive me.

where's the truth when my pain

and my love are one and the same?

I don't know if the vines will

grow flowers or just thorns