I'm not pretty when i cry.
I'm not sexy when i sweat.
I could sit here and type
page after page
about feelings and emotions
without trouble
because the issue isn't
 writing what i mean--
it's having a backspace key to support my
inability
to commit.
The problem with
talking
is that it can't be unsaid;
i lack an engagement to verbal marriage.
I don't know what we're fighting for
if you:
always have the option to change my mind.