I'm sorry,
if it hurts too much
pretend it's a magic trick
is what my note will say.
For I am sorry
about the destruction I will leave.
I will leave with a flourish of apologies
and a crash of unveiled lies
I will not leave quietly,
for that I'm truly sorry.

I will not say
love is like a flower
or a sunset
I will not compare you
to morning dew
or a bluebird
for you are rough bark
with new budding flowers
or the smell after it rains
you are like summer late nights,
which make me high on stars
and the moonlight through the trees

You are yourself, always
and that is all I could ever ask for

every time you glance over a "fine"
every time you're cold and unsupportive
when you ask the easy questions
when you see pain in someones eyes
and do nothing
every time....

you're gambling with a life
so ask the hard questions
see past the masks and lies
throw down the rope
or tie the noose
it's your call this time

I feel your presence behind me,
dragging me down
I see you in my quiet eyes
framed with a deep purple

I fear your whisper
a song of loneliness, laced with lies
as I move through the hours

You sneak up in the daylight,
grabbing wind in my lungs
you never seem to let go

I’m constantly at your mercy
fearful of your defiance
I’m prey and you are predator
and the hunt is almost over

to bleed, to cry
what is the difference
for they both do a vital task
draw attention to an injury
in need of treatment

The letters I wrote you
they’re left unsaid
most of them living in my head
will you ever read them?

The letters I wrote you
of pain and hardship
of me all alone
what did I write, those late nights?

The letters I wrote you
who were they for?
were they for you or me?

The stork is ready
to begin the hunt
but there is a string
around my neck
holding me still
I grab the fish near me
but I cannot swallow
for the string is to tight
my ambition is the fish
but they are far away
and the string is so short