Forgive me,
for not being what you'd expect,
for bending with the wind
for shattering against that wall.
I am interchangable,
a slide that fits in any projector,

I've perfected ultimate porcelean.

And please look past

what I did,

what I gave up,

and what I very well might give in to.

If you could, s'il vous plait, look past all that,

perhaps we could together

spend eternity in an endless spiral of syllables,

abuse alliteration,
and inspire each other for always.

If Only.