it is hard for me
to watch you hurt
just because i cannot
unbuild my walls without
my knuckles being bruised
and bloody & my fingers scraped and lacerated
but more than anything
i care about how it will
affect you. the blood on my
knuckles will be no comparison to the tears
streaming down your cheeks
i am slowly letting you
into the innerworkings of
my head; letting some
seep out of my ears for
you to try before it all comes
flooding out and you choke
on everything that's been
drowing me slowly
