unforgiving.

forgive me.  

forgive me if i don't forgive you.  

if i erase all the traces of you from the corners of my mind. 

i was a fool to love you.   

i was a fool to trust you.  

and i still haven’t matured.  

tear & dissect.

searching for the medium to express all of these emotions.  

dial your number. ring ring. you pick up. i hear the static from your side of the phone despite the multiple attempts at tuning into your frequency. 

i’m sorry i don’t write anymore. 

and i’m sorry that you read me still.  

not enough.

can’t i get my piece in.  

i just need to be in peace with my emotions.  

in touch with my reality. what ever the fuck that means. 

you say what ever to get a reaction. 

i do what ever to avoid those distractions. 

come for my heart,  

play with my mind.  

i just don’t have that kind of time.  

you don’t read my words.  

you don’t pay them no mind.  

i got too much heart.  

you don’t have enough.  

you don’t have enough. 

wheel of fortune.

take my spin at the wheel of fortune...

puzzled at how it all turned out, funny sometimes how things work out. 

out here playing hang man with my own emotions. trying to fill in the gaps, but i'm a couple letters short, and i can't tell you that i o u because those vowels come at a price.  

have to take a step back. can't get caught in the hook while i let my words fly. as i wait for you to counter attack. get a punch in, without becoming the punch line. you don't ever miss a chance to strike back.

take your spin at the wheel of fortune...  

‘til our luck runs out and the trust spirals down. 

imitation.

i’m good at ripping pages. you.... you borrow and take. deconstruct to reconstruct. destroy to create. you assemble my recycled material into what you call art. imitation is not the highest form of flattery, it never was. and neither was your love.