An Apology to My Future Lover

I am sorry for the treason my mind committed
My hair keeps falling out every time I lie
I must be pretty good at it
Cause I’ve already started balding
My body bulges in all the wrong places
The mirror shatters when I stand profile
I will never be picture perfect
Because glass frames cannot hold me
I throw stones at window
Just to watch glass fall to the ground
I turn pots upside-down to play drums
With the kitchen knives at three in the morning
Hoping the neighbors will come knocking
My heartstrings were never playing your song
But you listen till there is no bass drum

Why do you stay?
Why stay standing steadfast and solid
I am a crazy son of a b***h
Keeping my mind on a chain of pills
So it won’t wander off
To a place crowded by trees of insanity
I laugh entirely too much
And think all the wrong things are funny
Can make a beautiful moment
Awkward; with the slightest of ease

I am sorry my mouth has a black belt
Throwing words like ninja stars
Cutting through flesh and bone like butter
But remember that night beneath the stars
The real ones that is
When I said
I would follow you
To end of the universe
If I had to
Or the Sunday
We lay naked in bed
Talking till there was no light
How you said that was
The best orgasm
You have ever had

How did we get here? 
I have never been one
To believe in steeple’s and stain glass
You will find the sacred scrolls
of my religion are hidden 
In pyramids of my fingertips
Waiting for the archeologist
To unlock the mysteries within

I am sorry my mountain range of insecurity 
Has peaks taller than Everest 
Topped with snow of tears
Shaped like the Matterhorn 
Rocks jagged as razors
If you’re not careful
They will leave scars
Deep as the grand canyon
My altitude is exhausting; I know

Now where do we go? 
Will you leave me like a message in a Bottle 
Promising to float back to shore
But we both know
Those bottles we tell ourselves
Will be gone forever
Or will the moons tide pull you back to my bed

Baby, I have no idea how this will end
But even if you must go
I will stop loving you
When sun turns red
When the rich start handing out
Dollars to the needy
When the grass turns blue
When armies are no longer needed
When religion is studied as myths
And even though my heart is broken
I will make it through
Til the day comes
When I find someone else
To say I’m sorry to

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[The dark story]

I am sorry my mountain range of insecurity
Has peaks taller than Everest
Topped with snow of tears
Shaped like the Matterhorn
Rocks jagged as razors
If you’re not careful
They will leave scars
Deep as the grand canyon
My altitude is exhausting; I know

i liked this stanza the most..it is long but i was curious to read further.nice job!!!!!!!!!