our bed has turned in an ice cold battlefield
as the days pass
and our hearts grow more distant
we start to slip off slowly
into nonchalant habits
that lack all sorts of love that we had

and even if
any of us could have opened the door
left to seek no return
we haven't yet

so many times did you try
not intending to leave

but when i ask you to leave
you stand at the door half openhalf closed
looking at me
like the world just crumbled down your feet

leave me,
and the monsters in my head alone.

leave me,
we're both too messed up
to be together
to be in love

oh but honey we are

the screaming and fighting
made us want to throw things at each other
but never did
we're not violent
and each time it was over
you'd touch me slowly
as if
trying to heal me
as if touching my wounds
as if
as if you scratched me
with a red red rose's thorn

so now you're standing at the door
one foot in and one foot outside
and in your eyes a question;
'do you really want me to go?'

and as i sit on the floor
i whisper with tears in my eye
and a sting in my throat
'why won't you leave me?'