pass the knife over with your words, honey

leave me to my time

eventually you will tire of this

always dedicated love

should I ask for anything

easy as climbing a mountain of me

jumping the gun of self insults

used these excuses to keep quiet

sitting alone

today you won’t see me

perhaps tomorrow you won’t either

leave you to your relaxing

effort of mine is history now

after all, it wasn’t important

setting suns are quicker than us

empathy is not your strength

mine is sounding like a bitter cynic

every single day I just love you more