Every man
Has stood at the precipice of decision and consequence
You are not the only soul to make mistakes
Yet seemingly
You have no qualms crucifying me for mine
All the while you shift the blame of yours

I hope one day you may forgive me
For my unwillingness to fall on your sword
Or grovel for the rotten bits of your affection
For in suffering you are not special
You are simply another lost screech into the chasm
Where we all eventually meet again

I see our forever
twinkling in his eyes

I'm growing tired
of sending you words
you'll never read
emotions- I don't feel

I really should stop sending them
I don't do this for me
or you

But the way we behave
breaks grandmother's heart
and I know this stamp is the closest
I'll ever be to you again

If you don't like
The words I say to you

You're not going to love
The ones I write about you

To humble beginnings,
Spectacular ends,
The journey that connects the two,
And everything after...

I know it's selfish
To laugh at your pain
And still wish
I could take you home
At the end of the night

I was starving when I met you
Ready to devour every last morsel
of admiration and affection
Tossed in my direction
No crum too little

But I've had my fill
I've gorged on lust
Grown boated on tasteless compliments
Become lethargic with pleasantries

I've relished dining off your silver platter
Served only for me
With satiety attained I'll leave this place
Until the hunger strikes again