no matter how shallow
no matter how few
I still broke my promises
and I lied to you

I know a "bad day"
is a horrible excuse
but a few cuts
it's better than a noose

it was just one more day
until 6 months
but I guess this time
I wasn't strong enough

it was only a matter of time
and I think you knew
I could feel myself growing distant
then I finally blew my fuse

it was only supposed to be one I swear
one single line and then I'd be done
but then I had to make it equal
and then my demons won

when someone broke your rhythm
and made your self-worth nonexistent  
to the point that you wished for death.

instead of moving on
you got stuck, contemplating
whether all your hard work was wasted.

you tried your best
to break out of your thick shell
just to be broken apart into minuscule pieces.

I am not a warrior
Who could impress you
With the way he plays
With his swords
And sheds blood.
Or with the throne
He sits on
With majesty.

I am not a billionaire
To win you with
The shining diamonds
And the yellow hue
Of the gold
And big cars.

I am a poet
I'll win you
With my words
With my delicate verses.

You'll dance to my verses
And then in ecstasy
Would they rise
Above and above
Till the fetters dissolve
And the letters fall
On you like petals
From the sky so empty
Into the world so dull
You the chosen one.

I will present to you
The garlands and necklaces
Made out of words
Carefully picked
Delicately pierced
Tied with the string
Of my passion.

The swords will break
The diamonds will whither
But lo my verses for you
Will remain after we die.

Warriors have fallen
Short of glory
The billionaires
Have the same story.
I won't claim mine
That which I deserve
But you'll give me that
My due my glory I deserve
By inspiring a few more verses
By listening to them
As I recite them to you
As they rise in ecstasy
Of being heard by my love
And the fetters dissolve
And the letters fall
Like the petals
From the sky so empty
Into the world so dull
On my grave.