Wrong
I am wrong, but I do
not offer an apology,
And nor do I feel you
deserve one.
I am wrong, beautifully
incomplete,
Knowing that I’m still
growing and shame on you for trying to stunt my growth.
I am wrong, still a
student to my teachers both in and out of school,
Why do you try to
deprive me, them, and us of lessons that are so badly needed to be taught and
learned?
I am wrong, to still
see a light at the end of the tunnel,
And for you to try to
hinder my vision.
I am wrong, but I am
human,
And so are You.
Memory or Movie
A memory slated to
replay as if a movie in my mind
A movie to which I know
ends badly, but I cant force myself to turn away
As the plot thickens, I
once again become enchanted
Soon forgetting the
ultimate destruction of the hero, so I pray for a happy ending
As the climax and
regression grow close, I realize the spell the memory, movie has over me
Wanting it to end
happily, going on a tangent to believe that the hero got what’s fair
But in reality, nothing
is fair and is foolish to wish that
So I sit in the movie
theater, bedroom, rehashing the final scenes
Cursing you for not
fading like memories, movies are supposed to