I buried myself in words, I've said too much.
A mind absurd out of touch.
I've filed thoughts in cabinets long...
Then... I wronged you.
It was stepping stones I took to cross,
Wet foot prints dried up and lost.
The grass isn't greener on the other side.
Tides were tougher, Im high beside myself
So I cradled hands upon your skin,
Marked my spot, place in pins
The blood on my hands now running fresh.
A beautiful fucked up mess.