The blood in my hand...
will it ever stop bleeding?
Paint it blue.
Let the sky take me in.

A future I couldn’t touch.
Was I reckless
or just naive
for believing we could outrun fate?

We were written to meet,
but I was the one who ruined the page.
And when the world found out,
they locked every door but mine.

My mouth is sewn shut.
My words taste like iron.
Even the diary on my desk
refuses to remember us.

Let me walk,
just walk
and not look back.
If memory reaches for me,
I’ll pull away first this time.

The flowers bloom like they forgot
who we were.
When the bees come,
I flinch at sweetness.

You’ve been loved.
You’ve been loved.
You’ve been loved.
You’ve been loved.

But never by a world
that let us stay.

The blood in my hand...
will it ever stop bleeding?
Paint it blue.
Let it mean something.