The Word "Love" Shouldn't Have a Past-Tense.
You can cry if you want to.
You can stay up all night
Dissecting all the lies that still haunt you.
“I wanna make this work,
Let’s shoot for forever.
We can bury old ashes in the dirt,
We’ll mend those scratches.
I’ll heal the hurt.”
“I want you to know,
That no matter what,
I’ll be by your side.
To you, I’d like to show
That for every lasting cut
I’m just reminded of how I used to hide.”
She withers with scissors in her hand.
Bewildered and unsure of her plans.
He never carved her name in a tree,
So he doesn’t know where her tangibility lands.
You can stain the blame on me,
But you’re the one that no one understands.
April 21, 2012.