Bleeding out
from paper cuts caused by ifs, ands, and buts. I used to know how to make it
stop, but that part of me has closed up shop and moved farther away than I
could ever even hope to reach. I guess it's trying to teach me a deterrent
example, but no good is coming from this strategic sample. Frozen and cold,
numb from the nerves to the thumbs, nothing left but crumbs to feed the soul
from now until the end of my control.
I keep
trying to be a Super Hero, but in the end my
insides feel less than zero. The ties that bind are undone by tides coming in
from all sides, I can't escape, I can't erase, trying to scrape together a
life, to take shape in to something almost recognizable. It's not sizable,
barely advisable, but someone has to do it, right? Wish I may, wish I might. I
cannot shine bright. Cannot take flight. It's not quite, but slight, my heart
squeezes tight as I write. Will it ever be alright? I just want to soar, like a
kite. Over the shores, screaming from the core. Can I take this anymore? I look
meek, but all I want to do is roar. Your words, they tore, before and after,
left a hole, but what for?
I hope your
cruel words make you feel better at least. Like a beast from the East,
eternally decreased because it cannot be released. I understand what it is like
to hurt, you're not the only one suffering from this curse. Life is a burden,
so heavy in verse. Leaves you for worse, ends in a hearse. There's no way to
rehearse, cannot nurse or reimburse these broken pieces. I'm sorry for all of
the painful things I have said or done, I never meant to shun. In the long run,
words stun like a gun, when you hurt a loved one, that you never meant to make
undone. You were a sun in the storm that was me. You were the key to an
everlasting plea. But things change, whether we like it or not. I know that
things are strange, after everything two people exchange. But now I'm out of
range, everything hurts, and it only converts and reverts to sorrow.
There is
always another tomorrow, hope that can burrow down to your marrow. Just choose
another scope, learn to cope, find a rope to climb out of the hole. I know it
takes it's toll, every whole stroll, that seems to lead to coal instead of
diamonds. But there's time, to take the climb. Doesn't cost a dime, to gain
something sublime. You'll always be my partner in crime and I'll think of you
always and forever. I know you are clever, you can beat this endeavor whenever,
just never give up or sever all ties. I love you and always have, whether you
believe it or not. Don't grieve or wear your heart on your sleeve. Someday the
future will weave something for you to achieve, a love to receive, that will
never leave, a final reprieve. Don't misconceive or disbelieve, you mean more
to me than you will ever know.
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