kind understanding,
you are a gentle soul.
the thankfulness in my eyes and words
could never fill the shoes of what I owe.

sometimes, you are so blind,
to the horrors that fizz within people,
the lie they dance in front of you.

and my tactics get tangled
with my shortening opportunities.

and I ought to be strangled
with my own hands (please)

I am not here to drag
you down with me,
I just adore you,
loved your company.

Every night I spent alone,
are the nights I think about the stones
we've thrown,
and how the hinges never break
when we slam the door.