Three things that occurred to me before I lied
to the only person who ever mattered to me.
Before she sat there and just cried and cried;
before that part of my soul just shriveled and died.
before I wished there was any other place to be.
One: I threw it all away like yesterday's trash,
I am a fool as anyone else can obviously see.
Without a moment's hesitation, gone in a flash,
without a thought, spent considering if it was rash;
without a minute lost, I blind myself to being free.
Two; I spoke words that cannot be taken back,
as if she wasn't there, her expression- a plea.
Besides, I hadn't considered tactlessness a knack
besides, I just plowed in to hew and to hack
through her emotions, the ax to her heart, the tree.
Three: The truth hurts more than the words I chose to say
so I lie in order to spare the commentary.
Before, she can argue that there was another way,
before, her eyes can persuade me that I should stay,
before, I lose face, forget my place, to run, to flee.
Three things occurred to me before I tried
to stop hurting the only woman who ever loved me.
Before she got up to leave before my heart died.
Before hope went out like a flame denied,
because, with her, there is no other place I would
rather be.
