I bit my tongue, instead of showing you the blood on your own hands. Licked it off, as if swallowing it all could erase the evidence of your betrayal. Because my soul feels worth less than you, my devotion worth less than a breeze of reasonable doubt. When did we become worth less to you?

My words burned, but my actions always proved my fire for you. Yours flared like embers in wind, bright for a breath, then missing in action - In a labyrinth of delusion, you called paranoia truth, burned down your own home, me locked inside. Projecting, blame shifting through my reactions, using open arms as a mask to bury in

I forgive you

Blood runs down your thighs, but I am the one serving the sentence. The one who stayed while your quiet erased my name. I should have said it: Because you acted like one, Because you fucked it all, Left me in the gutter

Like a villain

Instead, I let you make a beast of me when I should have said: You are wrong, stop making something out of me that I’m not. I don’t deserve that. But I was too anxious to scare you, so terrified to lose you.

I wish you’d see, no matter what you did, I’d still be here. Companion, protector, lover. But won’t be silent when your horror threatens my existence. I’m far from flawless, but never did anything close of deserving the way you treat me in unequal measures. I can’t understand it

Don’t strip me of my right to be hurt, who in the world wouldn’t be? And not of my art and mind, the only precious things keeping me breathing

It starts with a mirror, owning mistakes, forgiving, Not villains, blame or shame - It becomes a decision, trying to do better, Protecting the us, not shaken by below, not blinded by above - Then you can call it love

Open your eyes, look down at the blood you’ve spilled. Reach behind your back, feel the fur still warming you. Not at your side, still behind you. Not part of this madness, but the watchdog guarding the void that tries to consume you

Season is turning, nights stretch long. Your little hands grow cold, And what is left of my little soul one that loved you at your darkest, through young and old. There’s no villain as there is no saint

Only two lost souls bound