Maria Mena

Our battles are repetious
if not broken poetry
and maybe that's the attraction
that you're as self-absorbed as me
You jumped to the conclusion
and landed on my chest
Now how am I supposed to make you see.
I'll just write this down
with hopes that you'll understand
I can no longer be disciplined by
the frustration of an insecure man
And as I kiss your face you'll know that
I can no longer apologize for
your former lover's mistakes.
My past is mine to keep