It don't matter how I write this.
No letter can be wrong.
And the sadder I become-
Think about it, for too long.

There were times I felt collected.
When in truth I always knew.
Tried to look at your perspective.
Well, you got a lot, a clouded view.

Dear Deepest Fears, it's just me.
I know it has been years.
But I'm in that place, I used to be-
When we first met. I was upset.
And please don't feel so hurt,
That it's been awhile since I seen you. Let those reasons be.
Do you know what I mean?

Wait a minute, I didn't get it.
Thought we'd split it, until you hid it.
In the out, on so often. Less than two.
How did that turn around?
Measured in pressures by pounds.
Did your feet even touch the ground-
As you skated by, more than that one time?

Dear Deepest Fears, I'm upset.
And I know it's been awhile,
Though until now I may forget.
But I ain't going to let, the day we met get the best of me.
Dear Deepest Fears, let those reasons be.
And help me try not to be so mean?


© Shoveleaner a.k.a. Genghis Blonde
Krystal Pistol Holmes