I want to start this off with a few choice words.
I could make them sweet, but that's more than you deserve,
and I would make hem kind, but I believe they should hurt,
like when you told me, "This thing between us isn't going to work".
I thought that I lost it, I couldn't believe what I heard.
After all that I gave you, it was my name that you cursed.

I was scared of what I felt, but I know you were too

You're afraid of dying alone
with no one there to hold your bones
And I'm afraid of what I'll never know
Like how far we could really go
Because I'm making progress, but I'm much too slow
I don't think I'll reach you before it's your time to go.

I'm so sick of the cycles we run ourselves through.
We apologize and then continue all the awful things we do.
Never able to stop, but we all understand,
We are tasked with building live upon foundations of sand,
unable to hold the weight of this earth's heavy demands.
We'll fight when we have to, and we'll steal what we can.

I haven't showered for seventy two hours, it's been three days since you put me in my place again
And I don't want to believe that just like Jesus Christ, today's the day that I'm supposed to rise again.

Will you punish me?
Cut these sin filled fingers off,
lest I never write again of how I don't believe in God?
If you can't strike me down, what am I to fear?
If you won't let your wrath return my body to the ground,
You are no god to me.

We still talk sometimes, even though im trying hard to let you go, and I still write, rhyming lines, yeah you know that ill always be a poet.
And I've still got a few good words for you, a couple more metaphors so cool like how it used to be between me and you.
And I've got at least another punchline or two, because when all's been said and done and our precious time is finally up, its important that we can look back on the past, and laugh, and never forget the good times that we had

I hurt for all the broken hearts, because I know how it feels to be lost and lonely in the rain, with no one or place to go to give you warmth or ease your pain.
And if there's one thing I could try to do for all those wandering souls who spend their lives out of view, in places that you'd never want to be and that you'll only ever see in your worst late night dreams, it would be to pull them out of their suffering pits and give them reasons and hope to live.
Because as much as it might strain me to reach out and try to save all the other ships lost at sea, I continue sailing on in the hopes that someday I'll meet one who does not need to be freed, but instead will be the one who was sent to rescue me.