#youtoo

I know you'll never say it:
those dreaded words, "Me too",
but I just want, though years have passed,
to say sorry to you.

In truth, I crossed a line that day,
a line I'd never seen.
That crossing cost you from my life,
a price beyond my means.

I've played it over many times,
no pleasure gained, just pain;
from whence, my love and happiness
is only ever feigned.

How was I supposed to know
for you did not dissent?
I was so new to being gay
I knew not how it went.

I took a risk and in I wade,
but found I was too deep.
The love I'd hoped was blossoming
swept from under my feet.

I wonder if you're as ruined
as I am to this day.
Perhaps you suffer, just as I,
though in a different way.

I try to view from where you laid
to see where I went wrong;
perhaps that moment showed a sign
that I'd missed all along.

A sign that friends, but nothing more,
sleep naked in one room...
That I could rest upon your lap
unclothed as in a womb.

My hand outstretched onto your skin
and there lay my mistake.
I can't untouch, I can't unsee,
I can't ever unbreak.

It wasn't until afterward
your fury reared its head.
You stormed off toward the rising sun...
We never spoke again.

In truth: I fell for you like rain
-- a storm relentless, still,
and I know you could say, "Me too"
but that you never will.

-IdTakeABulletForYou