Forgive me
You've heard it enough.
Forgive me
Said more often than love.
Forgive me
Has lost its charm.
Forgive me
Your patience is done.

Forgive me
I've taken you for a ride
Forgive me
Our life's become mine.
Forgive me
For the promises I broke.
Forgive me
For ******* your soul.

Forgive me
For making you part of the crowd
Forgive me
For all the lost phone calls
Forgive me
For the insecurities that I create
Forgive me
For my cowardice ways.

Forgive me
That cacophonic chant.
Forgive me
You can't hear it anymore.
Forgive me
Love has lost it's hold
Forgive me
You said as you walked out the door.

I miss my glove,
The lonesome one,
It made my pair complete.

It seems quite rude,
To leave this school,
A hand warming symphony.

I feel quite odd,
Prancing about,
With one hand running free.

I fear I'll soon,
Be caught and ruled,
To be a bit loony.

So my glove-less hand,
Just caught a cab,
When there wasn't one to be seen.

People called,
This Faux Pas-ed prompt,
As the next fashionable piece.

My glove-less hand,
Became the talk of the town,
It was in every magazine.

Soon it grew,
Too big for it's shoes,
Or glove as in this case it would be.

It wanted out,
Of my jointed arm,
The world it had to see.

So I sat it down,
And offered it some ***,
Which it did gleefully ****.

The poisoned ***,
Made my hand numb,
The silence could actually be seen.

And that's when I saw,
My long lost glove,
Hiding in my sleeve.

I seem to be reading,
Words. Woes.

I seem to be breathing.
Inhale. Exhale.

I seem to be walking.
Left. Right.

I seem to be living.
Wake. Sleep.

I seem to be living....

I want to be living.
I'm fading.

Cold hands.
Cadavers all around.
We're zombies,
Pushing daises.

Monotony kills us all,
We try to find excitement in the mundane.

Yawn,
Is it morning already?
Did we sleep?

Wake. Eat. Drive.
Work.
We're machines pretending to think.

Alive only in words,
In love only in practice.
We're plants potted.
Pensive.

Always in pain.
Always...
Alone.

I've written of you,
A million times,
But never felt,
The lack of a beat.

I've spoken of you,
Like a villainess tyrant,
But never felt,
This taste of defeat.

My heart is gone,
The light is killed,
Darkness swarms,
A haze it fills.

I'll fight no more,
I'll always be yours,
But this love of ours,
Is your sweetest ****.

You ripped my soul,
You took it away,
You can burn it now,
It holds no weight.

Love is painful,
It's never around the corner,
But while I fight onwards,
You slipped in the blade.

The fault was mine,
I let you lose,
A treasure cove,
Invites the rotten few.

I loved you more,
Than I thought I could,
I let you fall,
From my grasp too soon.

My heart is gone,
It's buried deep,
What beats inside,
Is death's own keep.

Our dreams, our dreams,
Our withering dreams.
As we walk forward,
We leave them be.

Yesterday's pilot,
Today walk on the streets.
A devoted husband's forever,
Destroyed by his wife's *******.

Our dreams, our dreams,
Those playful fantasies,
Watch how they die,
Like lust through *******.

Remember the rocketman,
Who discovered Mars's sea?
You looked for him all over,
Now he never lets you be.

Your past is a mirror,
Of your failures and defeats.
Each botched interview,
Each failed college degree.

Our dreams, our dreams,
They aren't quite how they used to be.
An opportune future,
Is a past that failed to be.

Our dreams, our dreams,
They never let us sleep.
They haunt your every moment,
They're nightmares imagined as realities.

It's okay you're strong,
You'll brave another day,
Of the beast on your shoulders.

It's okay you're strong,
Stop being so pessimistic,
Everyone dances to this song.

It's okay you're strong,
Fear and panic at 12am,
Is normal and to be expected.

It's okay you're strong,
We're meant to be workers,
And expected to always respond.

It's okay you're strong,
Your silence will be rewarded,
With promotions and growth.

It's okay you're strong,
Bullying is considered normal,
After all a client always wants more.

It's okay you're strong,
No need to speak up,
You'll not be heard no matter how much you shout.

It's okay you're strong...
But it's also okay if you're not

It's okay if you're not strong,
Your emotions are yours,
And to be defeated is better than to be destroyed.

It's okay if you're not strong,
You can walk out if you want,
It doesn't make you any weaker.

It's okay if you're not strong,
You can talk to me,
And I'll always guide you on.

It's okay if you're not strong,
Your strength isn't defined by the world around you.
It's okay if you're not strong.