The Blood & The Bones

What he does not know about me could fill a library of books.

He just thinks I’m one of those lost souls that was never understood. He’s right but there is so much more he can’t know. That what he feels for me won’t let him see.

Like how I am sitting here in this parking lot instead of driving home where he is waiting.. watching a dark sky rolling in thinking that’s what it’s like inside me

Eating chocolate and listening to Radiohead knowing that I don’t miss him like I should when I’m away

And that I don’t know if I love him.

Because I forgot what it means and because it never did me any good anyhow.

And that I am sorry. Sorry because I know he deserves better but also because I know that he’ll never leave unless I do something to make him. And that I had better do it before it’s too late. Before names are changed and we are bound in a way harder to break free from.

A thing that will surely destroy him and prove I was right from the beginning.

the blood

& the bones