Control

Oh, why do I feel like those times when I lose control are the ones that should be mattering most?

When each minute
flutters like
passes like
the last.

While I see
through the tears
with weakness
and pain.

I see that one who sees me beautifully even when my emotions are a ghastly beast. He looks at me with love and affection; a stare of gratitude and thankfulness. His eyes fill with respect and tenderness, all the while I see through those gifts and seer it all with my greed and regret.

I know that this is me and your time has now come to receive a heartfelt apology for the wrong that I have done. For every heartfelt stare that you so graciously gave, I know you deserve all that back and more. <3