Old Fashioned Maniac

Wide awake
at three
in the morning.
Just me, myself,
my lies.
Hope went
to sleep.
Love and I
don't speak.
Does she dream
of me?
Or does she
sleep
elsewhere?
Does she weep
as I stroke
her old home
at the center
of these
suddenly
unfamiliar sheets.

No she
does not.
She dreams
tonight.
Not of me
but of all
she could be
without me
building cages.
I loved her
for loving me.
Never for
the miracle
she wanted
to be
for unworthy
unworthy
me.


My dreams
won't speak
to me.
My words
went away.
I begged them
to stay.
But they
told me
I lost faith.
That's when
I know.
I needed you
than I
managed to say.
Love me back.
I'm ready to
say that
today.

I'm sorry.
I'm an
old fashioned
maniac.
Old fashioned
is my love.
Set in my
inexplicable
despicable ways.
But no one
you know
could love
you my old
fashioned way.