butcher.

i have my heart in my hands.
why is it not in my chest, you ask? just as i had taken it out to give to you, you made it clear that you didn't want it. now i'm left, stunned and speechless, continuing to hold it in my hands.

what do i do with it?
for a heart doesn't go back as easily as it comes out. i can't throw it at you, to make you see what you've done. i'm hoping for a change of mind. your mind. maybe if i stand here long enough, heart in hand, you'll realize my act of butchering was a real, honest one. maybe one day you'll see that you can be a butcher, too.


three in the morning,
and i'm still awake.
so i picked up a pen and a page,
and i started writing
just what i'd say,
if we were face to face.
i'd tell you just what you mean to me,
i'd tell you these simple truths:
...
never give up hope,
you're going to do great things,
i already know.
...
don't live life in fear,
forgive and forget,
but don't forget why you're here.
take your time and pray,
these are the words i would say.

last time we spoke,
you said you were hurting,
and i felt your pain in my heart.
i want to tell you,
that i keep on praying,
love will find you where you are.
i know cause i've already been there,
so please hear these simple truths,
...
never give up hope,
you're going to do great things,
i already know.
...
don't live life in fear,
forgive and forget,
but don't forget why you're here.
take your time and pray,
these are the words i would say.