I have critiqued more poems than I've posted, and that's not right, is it? Poets should take risks, after all, and live on the edge. So I'm going to write this one the fly and post my first draft, something I rarely do. Here goes:
Don't Look Back
I led you on, I know
and watched your feelings grow
for all the surprises,
sunsets and sunrises
the foreplay and afterglow
I knew I'd have to go
away.
I didn't mean to do
the slightest harm to you
but passionate fires
and selfish desires
controlled me before I knew
the pain I'd put you through
today.
But the road that I've chosen to follow from here
is meant for my footsteps alone
and all the conventions
and best of intentions
can't cover my crime or atone
to you.
And so I take my leave
and leave your heart to grieve
and though I be witless
as God is my witness
my heart will stay on your sleeve
for you to wear or cleave
in two.
2007-09-07
15:51:21
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