” I think I just might hate you for peeling away everything I thought I knew –but — but how would I know, after all, I live in deceit.”
He stands, stretching his legs. Oblivious.Goes on another day. Oblivious.There is always work to be done and dreams to be caught.
There is always the sweet kiss of oblivion
against your ruined skin.
I think I just might love you
for stripping away everything I thought was there to protect me from going after the power of flesh.
And was this just another game for me
and another life lesson for you.
I am always wishing you all the best
and letting you hold your hand to my throat
while I cry and try to help you all the more.
Maybe I am better off admitting that I was never here to heal you
for how can I heal you when all I do is hurt?
Why am I always chasing after people who only spit in my face and tatter my skirt?
I gave you my words.
I gave you my mind.
I gave you my heart.
and after all of that
that I had also given you
the only thing I cannot regret giving you.
” Me and the pen, we are one. If its ink would cease to flow, my ink would cease to flow.”