Ink stains bleed more than I*
Marking wood beneath this thin paper
Like branding thoughts onto a fragile mind
I'm painting pictures on their ****** canvases
Vandalizing the thickest of skulls
Although
I see my questions have yet to pierce your eyes
Will any words to me ever escape your lips?
Have you written my name in your diary of misdeeds, or
Carved it deeper in your bones?
Can you not *feel my fingerprints traverse this poem?
I grow so tired of this effortless disregard
For my crippling self hatred seems no more than a result
Of my inability to hate you
You perfect, breathing  @#!*%

in the cold of winter and dark of night
came a man upon a horse
his clothes were tattered, his face well worn
his eyes filled with remorse
the sound of his voice strangely comforting
eerie just the same
the shape of his face so familiar
but forgotten was his name
i knew him many years ago
fifteen to be exact
said he'd leave and never return
and now he's come on back
i helped him down and brought him in
and lay him on my bed
tears in his eyes his voice so weak
this is what he said
i knew you many years ago
fifteen to be exact
said i'd leave and never return
but now i've come on back
i've traveled long i'm tired and torn
but on my dying bed
two bags of gold is all i have
to give you i'm afraid
and just one wish before i die
just one wish for me
bury me beside your mom
my love she'll always be
i knew him many years ago
fifteen to be exact
said he'd leave and never return
and now he's finally back
and with his gold i buried him
but a thousand miles apart
from the one he loved many years ago
who died of a broken heart

You've put me to the test
I've aced every single one
I proved my worth
So let's not lollygag
Enough of the charades