There comes a time.

I've forgiven you. For whatever reason I think you may still read this. But I'm at the point where it doesn't matter either way. I never thought I would find myself here. But I'm at the point where my capacity for love has overshadowed my capacity for bitterness and hatred. So, I forgive you.

butter knives.

They say words cut like knives. The worst they ever pained me was like a sunburn.

weary.

a quiet slumber
perchance to dream
a story unfolds
'fore conscious wake

but child beware
of what may seem
for sleepers lie
and oft dreamers fake.

pieces.

One day, I thought I was in love.
Then the next day, I was never more unsure of anything in my life.

=]

you may have moved on,
but i've long since been moving.
criticize and castigate,
you were always disapproving.
Yeah, aim for those stars,
but I reside on the moon
The timing isn't good,
Nah, it's opportune.

Origins.

But who could try to stop the ones who never started.
The founders of our words and sciences and art and..
Find the words to rebuke the ones who'll never need you,
Hands tied, eyes closed, try and bite the hand that feeds you.

untitled.

it sings it's song in a silver tone,
full of bliss, marked by desire.
it's name is love, the tiny fowl
a hypnotic song all did admire.

I used to hear, but have since been deafened
notes gone awry, fate did contort
the bird, the prey. and hate the hunter
a tune, a life, a hope cut short.