past discretions
have led us to present dysfunction
we built the foundation
but somehow lack of communication
nursed me down the stairs and i fell deep
(emotionally and literally).

you're stuck in limbo
between my heart and your hands
if you could only grab hold of what is yours
hold tight
we could both survive.

surgically connect the unconnected
and correct what's been infected
the pain in your voice will simultaneously seal
heal and re-open
the wound i've dug in your mind.

i still have your skin under my nails
do you remember what life was like before
everything you didn't want to hear was voiced?
before i won your heart
then crushed it with lust and regret?

i bought you a rose garden
full of hope, kind wishes, i'm sorries,
and love.
i'll prune every bud until my soul
bleeds and washes it all away.