Green scape undiscovered

The beginning.

The green scape of the canopy, staying off those kisses Phoebe gives us, waiting on Apollo to drag across the Sun. I was not afraid of that anyway no I don't want to see it come. Explain your choice away, explain your freedom, your past to now, why and how but don't think that me back then somehow equals you now.

Knifes are to stab, to cut, to jab. Don't stick one in my back and say that you didn't know that. if you throw me on my knees don't wait until I'm standing to beg me baby please. don't sink and try to drown a man to try to help him breath.

At that I've attached a thought and hope, a lie for me,  truth and soap. A strong focus through smoke. A longing spindling oak, jagged leaves and burning sunrises alone, I'm home. I can't help but share if you wanted to know-or if you don't. Hand wet, approached the precipice, the rest of it, and so... It was in that moment it hit me, it bit me, resentment, torture. Sometimes happiness, others, well no. I'm happy it happened though, I thought it appropriate to tell you, I thought it unfair to deny you. Somewhere in the middle of this ocean, an island, the earth and space, the sky is a waist, it's for the birds, it's for my words. This fucking hurts.