I’ve reached the end of this journey,

I’ve exhausted my emotional bank,

And have now overdrafted,

I accept that…

This is the end of this road,

Looking back it was bumpy and arduous,

Painful to cross,

I accept that…

This is where I wave good bye,

As every good book must end,

Every gallant story find its climax,

I accept that…

This is where I tip my hat,

Grace the stage for the bow,

Lock in the prestige,

I accept that…

~ Dillon Scott


I have to stop,

I lie to myself so much it hurts,

I know all the truths,

But I’m consumed by an emotion I can’t let go of,

I want to lock you out,

I want to scream and curse your name,

This punch to the heart which burns like a fire,

The time I’ve wasted,

Emotions I have thrown away,

I want to point fingers,

I want to grab you and force you to look into my eyes,

See the pain and watch the tears stream down my face,

Disgusted by your need for me,

While harboring another,

I knew I couldn’t do this,

This is my fault, not yours,

I told myself these lies,

I carved these statues which mounted you on pedestals,

I want to to punch the stars out of the sky,

Drain the oceans,

Remove what you found beautiful so you can feel this,

This madness that consumes the shattering of a heart,

The feeling of nausea knowing how deep my lie made me fall,

So here I am,

Not so eloquent,

Dirty and broken,

Instead of controlled strokes,

Letting the ink splatter,

Letting the hurt take over,

Letting the pain drive for awhile,

Letting the tears carve a path,

I can’t do this anymore,

Can’t fathom the constructs of your heart,

But one day you’ll wonder where I’ve gone,

One day you’ll knock on that door,

And there will be no answer,

That day is today…


I’m sorry for your pain,

That dwells so deep inside,

As a bystander looking in,

Please know that I have tried,

To fill those hurting gaps,

By supporting all your needs,

By sitting by your side,

And listening to your pleads,

I can’t imagine what it’s like,

To walk inside your head,

I just listen to your stories,

And hold your hand instead,

You don’t really need my sympathy,

You’re way too strong for that,

But it wouldn’t hurt a little bit,

To let me have your back…

To the woman I can’t stop loving, even if I wanted to…