Bloody bandages abound. Another tourniquet amateurishly done. I’ m worried because I’ m afraid you can see it too well. You’ re worried because you care. But I thought I’ m not worth that kind of trouble.
You didn’ t care how many times I lied. I knew you could see things too well. I wish you cared less, or weren’ t so persistent. Please. Your time is too valuable. I’ m not worth that kind of trouble.
But you never gave up And you never stopped pushing back. You had every right and reason to. You see something in me that I can hardly discern. I guess maybe I am worth that kind of trouble
If you hear anything enough times, You accept it as a fact, And a fact becomes a truth, And a truth becomes a belief, And a belief can have lethal power. But I won’ t take that poison Not anymore You’ ve always known this Now I see it too I am worth that kind of trouble.
Kate Christensen 9