Right to be Wrong

You couldn’t love me better, but

I wish I could return the favor, or

have been a little kinder,

somehow, to our hearts

have been a little gentler….

like your hands were to my tears.

I want you to know--

doing right has never felt so wrong.

With our fists held high we

hypothesized.

We started as a perfect kiss, then

I find I’m fighting for a fighting chance, to

let you kiss me weak

‘cause maybe I’m a little fragile.

Please, baby,

have a little faith in me, now I think I’m strong

enough to reveal my vulnerability, and

I’ve a right to be wrong.