TELESCOPES

the thing is...
I can't help thinking
of the things we never did
and the things I said
but didn't follow through
and I'm scared that will happen
this time with you
because being scared is easy,
holding onto it is hard
(and I'm hardly trying not to),
locked on to a love that won't last
if I don't stop being the martyr
I've started to become
young gun
with the sun in my sights
and telescope eyes,
crying lightning for her
suck it up and spit it out:
you're a man now,
a man who's head over heels
with the reoccurring version of events
that led to this mess
in the first place