"and it makes my skin crawl:
i'm not the sharpest tool in the shed,
so what's the use?"

you've always
shared
these songs
with me.
they might not
be
in your words,
but they
are in
your heart.

today,
i decided
to sing along.

my voice
faltered.
suddenly,
it made sense
and
i'm so,
so very
sorry.

i know.
all of my writing
is a handful
of apologies
and dead words,
repeats
of themselves
to be
written off,
but let me tell you this:

it's all true.

the world
leeches color
from you,
leaving
your dreams
and your fears
as mirrors
of themselves.
weathered
and gray,
you fight
without knowing
what
you swing at.

here i am,
assuming
to know
what you
are going through.

and i am sorry...

"you can still find me
between devils
and deep blue seas."
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