Do not invite yourself into my inter monologue. That space in-between my rib cage is no longer in use, No thanks to you. What else would you expect me to do? Empathize, Lick your face and wipe your eyes? Cry. Boo-hoo cry if you’d like. If you wanna fight We can strap up behind it... But spare empathy? I have none to share. When you cold-cocked those lies betwixt my eyes; Where was your sympathy then? A calculated crime you didn’t have to commit, But ya did. Now I must search for forgiveness? Crawling through sand, just to watch you lie in it. The least you can do is apologize, Because I’ve grown accustomed to your lies. Never once pegged you as the murdering kind, But murderers rarely look like murderers Upon first sight. Just like a thief in the night You robbed me ...my hope, my peace; my everything.
Confession #4 Home is where the heart sings, not where it whispers.
When will you feel the need to apologize without filling the need to be forgiven? I have decided, that just like trust, there is no need for peace. What use is that for me? What good are flowers to a dead man’s grave, But a gentle reminder that, yet and still, he simply cannot breathe. Are we truly living or just waiting to grieve?
Confession #2 I am totally at peace with letting people go, because the truth of the matter is; you deserved the right to let go of anything not contributing to your growth.