Your heart clogs my throat and the ***** bleeds through your ears. You’d never listen.
You’ll pour your one night stands in holes and drown them in cement, because they’re the things you’ll hide from me.
Tell me they’re just scars.
You’ll retrace your footsteps and keep that scrapped paper in your back pocket. But hold me once more, and we can shatter the brick wall webbing your fingers against my tears.
You were never supposed to be my dam.
You couldn’t settle for a leaky faucet, and thought you could search for another in the next door waterway.  
Your soul resists communion,
and even holy water
could not cleanse us of this
regret.