forgiveness is a difficult thing
slip-sliding through my fingers
the anger harder to grasp
time certainly dulls all
maybe that's all i am right now
a dull knife sitting on the
counter
you've done nothing recently
to take me to the wet stone
to hone me back to what i was
the hurt turned sharp back
on you
i'm a dangerous thing in my
own hands
i'm a pitiful thing in your
hands
so maybe i slide away
when a blade is dull it's
just metal, easy to grab,
easy to bend, easy to break
so i grind myself instead
sand away the imperfections
to make sure that i will never
be grabbed again
what fragile things we are
