teared

I don't know what you think of me

but I apologise


for you have yet to learn

to take full responsibility of your actions

your reactions

your gut and gauge

your free formed purity, colour

the world you want to explore

                           your capacity



to contrast with my sharp intentions

even if they aren't ill in the slightest

my trained state of mind

and of my subconscious wish to write



I mean no harm

I am barely armed

should you ever be cautious and put your guard high


I am sorry

trash

this forceful title

to be claimed as trash



crumbles in your heart

squeezed in your palm to be entitled




 I gave you such liberty

to have me outcast

I must be looking for you

in such desperation



no, because

we didn't plan to love each other in such a manner