blood

I HATE MYSELF FOR LOVING YOU!!!

a peiece of the whole that keeps us alive
the blood running through our veins
an evidence bonded by double-edged knives
of how my history still reigns

memories of roses interlocked in red
no matter what it's stuck in my head
so piercing but it can't be freed
in my heart where you sowed the seed

your words incisive as an axe
it tore the remaining barrier
blood is flowing out the dyke
the current is growing stronger

swore with blood never going back
but now all those words are hacked
contending not to walk on same tracks
alas, lacking in defteness and knack

blood is a sign of bondage
blood is a sign of strugle
it is a sign of weakness
it's a sign of me being unable

unable to move on to let go
to rise up from the low
to forgive and forget
to be real with no regrets

afraid to let everyone see
that i'm beelding because thee
that until now wounds have not healed
that blood is with me still