I scratch these words on paper in blood.
    A bleeding angel who knows the truth.
    I should have told you about my faults
    at the beginning. We all want to put our
    best foot forward during courtship. Shiny
    penny. I'm awesome for 6 months then what?
    We're an item by then. Married and moving
    to another state. There's no explosion.
    The flame just burns a little fainter each week.
    Less warmth. Less light, the eyes can't
    focus, we see things differently. We live
    our fictions as we want not as they are.
    We're mute and blind and deaf. Easier.
    Never bare your soul. It will bare itself.