It wasn’t my intention to hurt you,
I was just collecting things.
My cell phone, my job, my apartment,
the things that I so often left.
I tried to find a reason to love you, but I couldn't meet you there.
I changed my mind, but even that was wrong.
It wasn’t my intention to hurt you.
I was just afraid to know.
One day I dug through my things,
and there you were among them...
and there I was unable to walk away.
You’ve got to understand! ! !
It wasn’t my intention to hurt you,
I just don’t know where to put you.
So here I am and there you are, but
you don’t fit anywhere.
Cosi Celeste
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/white-elephant-3/
