Monday, May 17, 2010

I regret to inform you.

I pull over because I can't see
my grief, my tears, they blind me.
I'm running from you so you won't see
all of my vulnerabilities.

I love you, I will for all of my life,
but I am leaving you because
you won't make me your wife.

Sobbing into my skirt,
crying into the night
I'm grabbing my void
and I'm holding on tight.

I want it to hurt
I want to cry
because if enough tears fall then
I can say goodbye

Loves not dead
it's right here
running from me
but I hold on in fear

The moment I met you
I thought you were the one
but I regret to inform you
this is over and done.

I love you, I will for all of my life,
but I'm leaving you because
you won't make me your wife.

It's one simple promise
that only I could make
but what I asked from you
you couldn't fake

and all of this time
and all of my love
are wasted and gone
to the heavens above

the moment I met you
I thought you were the one
but I regret to inform you
this is over and done.

I love you, I will for all of my life.
but I am leaving you because
you won't make me your wife.

-Jessi Ghezzi



I am writing up a storm. I can't help it.

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