im the one who usually held on tighter instead of letting go
so i water this love knowing very well your thorns are going to make me bleed
and sometimes it was red
sometimes it was poetry
sometimes it was hide and seek with your “i love you”s
but im the one who chose to let go now
and i still bleed occasionally
sometimes it was regret
sometimes it was the way you used to sound over the phone
and sometimes its nothing
and nothing is the worst way to bleed