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Epiphanies

  • Writer: Tabatha Jenkins
    Tabatha Jenkins
  • Apr 3, 2017
  • 1 min read

Once again,

the right words

pop into my head

only when

I see the back of yours

getting farther

and farther

away from me.

Already out

of earshot.

To you,

I am a goddess,

so unaware of

her perfection.

All the while

I feel so aware

of my imperfections.

Every moment

of selfishness,

doubt,

rash reactions,

and impatience

reminds me of

how inadequate

I feel.

I never thought

I would find

someone who

looks into my eyes,

even as my voice

rises, my words harshen,

my gaze narrows,

and still manages

to look completely

dumbfounded

by love.

Even in those moments

when you give in

to agitation

and turn away from

me in bed,

I can feel your

skin crawling,

your heart beating,

your whole being

craving

to turn around and

pull me close to you.

Because of this,

I know you really

love me.

And, because of this

I try to remember

the strength of my

stubbornness,

the will of my temper,

the undying need

to get the last word,

and control them.

The last thing

I ever want is

to not see

that overwhelming

love and admiration

in your eyes.

I call out your

name, you turn around,

I finally say

what I've been wanting

to say,

I'm sorry,

I love you.

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