after many many months...i'm writing again.
i feel like a hypocrite-
like one of those preachers on the early morning programs
that gets caught with his hand up his mistress' skirt.
i tell all the guys to run
when they think about that girl that broke their heart,
even if she's the type that doesn't know who loves her.
but i know that you are different.
yeah, it's a pile of nonsense, but i haven't forgotten what matters.
so when you turned your head to mine i didn't care for the reasons.
i just needed to know you were real.
after a while, i had begun to forget the creases of your face
and how close to god we could come without realizing it.
and somehow there we were,
unwrapped for all the world to behold. i should have felt sin
rushing through my blood, should have begged for forgiveness.
they've always known i'm a liar
reeking of desperate love and rotting dreams. it's no excuse.
i tried to make it right again. i think i've forgotten all i've learned.
