Time has shown that this is our set road
There is hope when doors are not closed
When your words are kissed in the air that I breathe
and your ghost knows only to follow me.
I am tired of always trying to win.
I am tired of you not letting me in.
And I should crawl inside and pull your words right out.
You should tell the truth but you don’t know how.
Swept under the rug as each problem arose.
To feel your body but your touch is so cold.
To taste your mind in your gritted teeth
To steal your eyes and see what you think of me.

But I hold my own skin
to remind me not to let you in.
And I swallow my own tears
to remind me not to let you win.
And I erase those three years
to remind me that I have to live.
And there is no pain in my heart
Because I no longer fear the dark.