What do I do? I bleed my blood perfect and incapable causing questions What lies in my in my blood? emotion dripping running stumbling like clumsy words caught up the folded doorstep of my tongue Full of meaning unable to present themselves Enough to choke the next question
a ****** puddle of raw truth and confessions bleached away
The flower to my garden struggling to stay alive So next time you make me bleed let me bleed for you
And where is my emotion in my blood running…. breath dripping… exhale stumbling… nothing perfect and incapable