out of blue these thoughts just come

catefrances

i come to you, my broken back
struggles to hold the weight
my hands held out in supplication
but you continue on your way
you look me in the eye and say
youre sorry. but youre not
i could bow my head and say a prayer
but that just is not my way
i stare right back at you
and dare you to lie straight
but instead you avert your gaze and turn
leaving me standing there
as i curse myself for loving you
and saying what you refuse to say
as you deny yourself of what you desire
ill not live my life that way