Hush

Another day

It is another day where I pour and I question and I break.
And I can't help but asking why you hate me
What happened
Who hurt you
All the things I never learned about you
Oh and then there's the one like me who's lips bleed poetry
I'll read you some of his words

Does anyone even get the chimes? They're written by me, written for another, directed at my other, integrated by you, and all the others in the shutters

Maybe I can do more maybe I just won't . Maybe you shouldn't ask me why I'm lying on the floor

Now here are mine
If I could go back to when we met i'd do it again and when the day we all laid on the grass played tag like the children we are and ran around chasing each other, I'd hug you tight and say I'm sorry for what was to come. I'd apologize for every misspoken word. And when the day would come that you should leave I'd beg you to stay. And if you should ask me to do more than I can I would if it would only get you to stay.