(2/2) From the Musician to the Poet

I don’t want to break your heart.

I don’t want to say things that mean nothing to me but everything to you.

I don’t want to lead you on and tear you apart.

because I know you’ve had some hard times.

I know you’ve had your share of broken hearts.

And so have I.

And thats why I’m peeling back this duct tape as gently as I can.

So you don’t return home with cuts and bruises in the shape of my name.

I don’t want to be the one to hurt you,

But I can’t be the one to save you.

I’m sorry honey I’m not the one.

I’m not mister right.

Or some blazing example of perfect.

I am not the one who will heal you.

I am not the one who will complete you.

I am not the one who will love you.

So write another poem about me.

This time take the words your brain has been screaming,

the ones that say he’s a ruffian, a hooligan, a street rat.

Take those words and write them down.

Keep them safe and keep them close

Because every time your heart leaps out of your chest after me

Use those to tie it down.

Lash it with the impossibles.

Wrap it in the never gonnas.

Lock it up with the wouldn’t works.

I promise you that I will never write you a song.

I promise you that I will never rhyme something with your name.

I promise you that I will never calm this wild mustang heart for you.

So I’m sorry but I will never

I cannot

and I won’t love you.