"Bless the things we do and
Do not say to one another,
For they dictate and define us
Far better than we ourselves
Could ever ascertain."

So I found the border between
Where we've been and where
We may go. There's a wall,
And I can either knock it down,
Scale over it, or ask permission
To reach that other end.
This discovery haunts me greatly.

Bless the things we do and
Do not say to one another,
For they fill our heads with
Something better than another
Day alone, even if it's so damn
Bittersweet and hard, like candy
Too long left forgotten in
The bottom of a purse.

Bottom of my heart,
Don't know what the hell to do
About any of this.
Think I might just have forgotten
How the hell to love at all.

But I'm hoping it's not true...