how many times, jealously blind,
have I been viciously unkind?
how many times should I tell you,
I’m sorry for what I’ve done?
how many times have I promised,
and didn’t come through,
for you, my truest friend?
how many times have I called out
to you in the depths of the night?
how may times have I said I was sinking,
and you would be right to believe
you’d be better off without the man I had become?
these are the dreads I had,
and sometimes you didn’t know
of all the things I feared
you are the sweetest goddess,
and I never knew it was you,
the real you I loved
my precious Goddess,
I was lost until you showed me
to see the stars shining above
words and pictures by jack collier