No, I get it. Really, it’s fine.
I worked damn hard to make you mine.
But my tongue said things that made a noose
I failed to stay calm and a tirade’s been let loose.
No, I’m not angry, just disappointed.
Really, there’s no reason to get so disjointed.
These fickle words will forcibly fly,
And like a sword, they’ll cut out an eye.
I’ve hung myself in desperation
Just to convey this conversation.
Yet you cannot seem to understand,
I did this just to hold your hand.
Your eyes they glow, but with apprehension.
Rather than love requited, I receive tension.
Perhaps I’ve missed an important piece?
Or maybe I don’t know any longer how to speak.
Your beauty does make me feel weak.
But deaf ears hear not that which I seek
to convey to you.
So once again, I’m alone and tongue-tied.