It is like I am cracking slowly
from edge to center...
before breaking into
tiny bits of glass that subtly cuts
through and through...
Did I push too soon?
You pulled away too promptly.
Am I too much? Is it too much too soon?
I can't -- will not regret what happened.
I just find things difficult to understand.
I might ponder on why I let myself give in a little, though.
It is not regret. It is just me feeling inadequate.
I cannot make you feel something you don't... probably won't.
I am sorry if I made you doubt what you stand for.
I am sorry if I pushed.
I am sorry if I seem stupid (maybe I am).
But I am not sorry I lived a little out of ordinary in that moment with you.
You are not ready...
which makes the two of us.
I went with the flow and
got caught up in an unfriendly tide.