Their eyes, they follow
like faithful dogs
all starry and moonstruck
for the love of their master.
But there is no love
and even less faith
mirrored back
my way
when our eyes meet.
Their judgment runs deep
inside my veins
and I could honestly forgive their vanity
had they not wounded mine.
It’s winter, I know
but still I wonder
why does ice need to be broken
with old friends?
Is it me?
Or my choices?
I have a hundred voices
pulling me to my
breaking point
skin ripping
bones breaking
how long until I
snap?
The point is
I’m sorry
for whatever I have done
for whatever I may be doing.
I’m not ruining anyone’s life
but my own.
I’m sorry
I’m sorry
for living my life
the way I want it to be lived.
Jan 1, 2013
Jan 1, 2013 at 6:49 PM UTC
Their eyes, they follow
like faithful dogs
all starry and moonstruck
for the love of their master.
But there is no love
and even less faith
mirrored back
my way
when our eyes meet.
Their judgment runs deep
inside my veins
and I could honestly forgive their vanity
had they not wounded mine.
It’s winter, I know
but still I wonder
why does ice need to be broken
with old friends?
Is it me?
Or my choices?
I have a hundred voices
pulling me to my
breaking point
skin ripping
bones breaking
how long until I
snap?
The point is
I’m sorry
for whatever I have done
for whatever I may be doing.
I’m not ruining anyone’s life
but my own.
I’m sorry
I’m sorry
for living my life
the way I want it to be lived.
