A Letter to the Boy I Can’t Dump.
4 years of my life and I want to let go, but it's like I've entered this never-ending cycle of putting things off. This relationship brings me nothing but benefits, there are no cons. Unless of course, you count the fact that I spend every day with one foot out the door. I'm sorry, not because I don't love you anymore, but because when I tell you I do it's all just a lie. But who am I lying to here? Me or you? Each time I come with a hammer in hand ready to tear down the walls we spent so much time building, you ask me why the only thing I want to do is destroy. And when I see your face I can't bear to explain that those walls keep me confined and it's not you I want to knock down. Maybe I love you and maybe I don't, but the fact I have to ask tells me what I need to know.
To Be Burnt at The Stake.
I admit to you that I am guilty.
Guilty of lying and burning with sin.
So you can condemn and you can send me away,
but what happens to you when you are in the same place?
You're not innocent and neither is she.
So why is it always you blaming me?
Take out your pitchforks and tie me down,
but I'll drag you with me and by the time we're found,
the sin will be gone, and we will be too,
because the thing about sin is that it is like fire,
it always consumes.