Its been a while since I wrote to you,
Felt ashamed and guilty, even though what I said was true.
Let the words hang in the air and wither there
Like a noose around my neck with my heart laid bare.
I'd come back every now and again to check if they were still there
Wishing there scars instead of the open wounds that we share.
But like I expected, we are still bleeding
The cuts will remain while our hearts are still beating.
