In capacity of my own understanding,
me; bringing forth what I should have let go
many years ago, now standing in front of you
still explaining the very same thing;
I knew not how to let go
says, besides my own negligence that I
me who might have fallen in love
was never truly in any stance or chance
to say, my feelings were true and I understood
what they meant no matter how blatantly I ignored
I knew who you would’ve been to this parched soul
had my intelligence been the sky in my life
but I find I’m out of favour with normalcy
I know to stew and hover, along those
feelings that have started to boil.