I’m sorry about my broken self
The pieces I throw at your feet
From past lovers
I’m sorry they broke me for you
But we’re all circumstances
Of something that was once beautiful

I live in the constructs
Of a man’s world
Where chivalry is counted
In multiples of women,
I’ve once succumbed to this idea
And I beg for forgiveness

I’m sorry my pieces
Might never come together
Like my heartbeats
Are continuous but disjointed
I’m sorry my pieces
Mar my intentions of a love whole

But you’re my now
A somewhat fleeting feeling
Of forever and it’s promises,
That if I should fall along the way
Your love will be the guiding light
That leads me home.

– Smyekh David-West.