I have always known that I loved you more
We hated comparisons, contrasts
But ever since, you knew as well
What I hated about this truth is
You never did anything about it

You left with blood in your hands
From trying to take away all the good things in me
You left with blood in your hands
From all the fires you caught outside this
You left with blood in your hands
From all the scribbling of love notes you got from me
But were never for me
You left with blood in your hands
From killing every butterfly that has lived inside
You left with blood in your hands
From all the poems you tried to write about me
But never finished
You left with blood in your hands
But never from fighting alongside me

You were used to this, with us
Your hands shook with fear from the dying love
But you gave in
Never took the risk
Never conquered
Never tried
You left with blood in your hands
You left

How come you were in this battle with me
But you left with less scars
We were in this together
We were

I am still healing
*While you have your scars
I still have my wounds