Titles are Overrated

Part 86

God, 

I'd be lying

if I said

I didn't know what

or who we are.

My hands tremble

and I can't look 

into your eyes.

Perhaps I'm afraid

you'll see through.

Even though I'm

not sure

there's anything there.

This is different, 

isn't it?

I'd burn everything I own,

break my own bones,

to keep you here. 

I don't say it.

I never will.

My lips aren't

the only things

that are sealed.

Now I think

I should've taken

away the blade,

and taken you

in my arms

instead.

My friend,

you have so much

to give.

To live for.

I wish I could tell you what.

But neither of us 

will know

unless

you stay.

my heart bleeds and bleeds, but it's in your hands. I don't remember putting it here. The mess is all mine.