Perhaps if you stopped worshiping
the wise words of another,
you might, in fact, uncover
a wisdom within
yourself.

You could use your own words, you know...
Write your own poetry.
Your own lyrics.
Your own whatever.

If only you dared to lift your gaze
from the lines others have written before you.

I pushed you away so many times.
The words
you wanted to hear all along...
I want to say them now.
Would it be too unfair?
I feel I might have missed my chance.
But you are the only thing
that makes sense right now.
The only thing
that made sense from the beginning.
Only I wasn´t able to see.
Pattern blinded.
Sight unable to reach
beyond fears
and insecurities.

Unconsciously or not
it was still a ****** thing to do.
I realize now
how much I hurt you.
I know you´ve probably already forgiven me
and I am in the process of forgiving myself.
This used to be a way of coping with my demons.
The only way I knew.
But I know better now.
For what it´s worth
I am sorry.