The Blood & The Bones

truth.

they own pieces of you I’ll never touch
impulsive moves, impulsive love
their reminders plain upon your skin, your heart, your tongue
what is it that you really want?
I fear I am too different
I wait in hesitation and old wounds
I say nothing but I’m splitting myself right through
with words of uncertainty and self hatred equally matched in their injury and abuse
am I left with the rest of you?
or are you giving me what they could not get to?
I wait in doubt and sorrow subdued
I say nothing but I’m cutting myself all the way through
with vague illusions and questions I cannot ask
each just as sharp as their counterpart
do you want this just as much as you did before?
or are you just seeing it through?
then I didn’t know any better
blind in love and all it’s tethers
but now the veil has come undone
I say nothing but uncertainty is the blade
and it is
carving me
all the way
through
and I am unsure if knowing might be worse
but I am certain that this love will die
without the truth

the blood
& the bones