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I see it everywhere now. A name not so common but, I suppose, also common enough. I never noticed it before and now every time I do, every time I see it in all the places except for the ones I ache for it to be, like next to mine or on my screen ..
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I was wholly yoursthere was no lie on my lipswhen I said thisbut you took me in withno intention to keep me the blood& the bones
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beyond our mistakesand long afterwe make peace with regretdown the mountainwho’s edges are hugged bythe river of tears I cried for youand the rocks you never brought meout here in the valleywhere we choose what to hold ontoand what to forgetwhere nothing else goes wrongthat can’t be fixedI will meet you thereand take you home
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She was lovely in a way that made the stars jealous. Not complicated or requiring a deep connection like the beauty I possess. And I could see, right away, how I had lost him to her But, to be fair, I could not place my anger on her. That would make no sense. She just
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All the times I’ve made a fool out of myself for love .. Although I probably should, there are a handful that are not to be regretted. Imagine someone feeling so strongly about you, they were willing to embarrass themselves just for the smallest hope you’d remember why you saw them the way you once
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where could we have find ourselves if doubt unbound it’s rope? if love did not come held in the same hands of fear? the blood & the bones
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You are the love of my life. My reason. My purpose. My will to keep going. I was so lost before you. Searching for something to fill the perforations in my hardened heart. And then I saw your face. And I knew. I knew why I had to struggle. I knew why I had gone
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you just looked so interesting to me like art many notice but not everyone stops to look at for long enough .. often missing important details that could tell the admirer why you had been drawn in this way the blood& the bones
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I would trade you for anything I could ever be inspired to write from you leaving. But that offer is not on the table. So, I will write about how it hurts instead so that, at least, it’s not wasted. the blood & the bones
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Every waking hour is woven with thoughts of you. And now sleep is full of memories we will never make. You and the thought of what could have been are in my bones now. And I can’t break you away. How will I survive this? the blood & the bones
The Blood & The Bones 