My faithful keeper of truths
On your Spanish island
Writing me, year after year
Keeping me afloat

And what good was I
I happened to be there when you fell
And perhaps, your gratitude for that accident
Made you unable to accept me for what I was

A scoundrel?

You had faith
More than I
And kept telling me
Floating me
It's okay, it will be alright, things will get better

Well, did they?

After years of not seeing each other
You came back
And in showing you how much had changed
I showed you how much I hadn't changed

I think you were quietly disappointed.

Still faithful
You continued to keep me close
And invited me east, to see you
And I came

Bringing with me everything you never wanted to see. . .

You hate me now
For good, I suppose
It's been six years
And you are still quiet

Do you think I have changed?

Am I just an asshole?
Have I always been?
Was it a misunderstanding?
Were we right all along?
You and I?
For each other?

Did I make the wrong decision?







You blame me for what happened to her?
And I've stopped disagreeing with you.

But even a devil can sprout wings
For we were all once
Inhabitants of heaven

She will survive the mud
Of these notes
Which I splatter through
A need to bathe myself clean

Half a world away
The distance in your eyes
It's crazy what you could've had...
(I've said too much)







(I haven't said enough)

--Eniktin