what is it that i can do?
is there nothing that burns me more than the thought of anyone
could he ever touch you
i thought that was reserved for me?
i can see it
i know friends grow into more...
but i trust you
i have to
and i want to...
i just feel the flood coming
like devils in the night
that come to drag me from my garden of metal flowers and broken lilies
where they cut me and bleed me into nothing
back into the dirt
sorrow
hate
anger
envy
it all pours out like a raging river
but i can say nothing
i must calm the river
i must cover my wounds
loneliness
that's what she wanted
maybe that's what i should give her
she deserves better than me and my sores
and my darkness
so i'll walk alone
on fields of dirt
until the day comes where i have to chose
will it be me
or you