i've written too many
poems about how 
unhappy i am, 
or can be, 
or was. 

i've written
too many poems about
not believing in myself,
or being uncertain of myself
or being my own cynic. 

i've told you too many 
times that i miss you,
or that i need you, 
or that i want you.

i think i've bored you,
or removed you, 
or misled 
you. 

i've written too many 
poems and i'm sorry, 
or unafraid, 
or already forgiven.