go. over/overtly (un)dandy. break your eyes.

i know this is half my fault
morals all eaten along the way
those words i had to say
because i'd not leave you alone
to take the blame.

i attempt to find comfort
in this knowledgeless empty
by helping those near me
because it's oft been
the only thing that made me happy
but not now.

it's all sandpaper handshakes
admonishment and brainfreeze
and these eyes have seen hell
this boy was raised there
and not until he was finally a man
did he escape.

only,
it can't be that easy,
can it?
lest i forget.
oh, no.
i'm not ashamed.
i jumped into this mess.
i must admit
it's nothing like i imagined.
i really don't think
cutting out my tongue
will make this any better,
but if you like
i'll do it for a second.
if you change your mind,
i think i'll still be able to sew it back.
and what happens
if your mind stays the same?
and how would i know anyways?
or speak my case...without a tongue?
(and this is unfair of me.)