Purge

Maybe I shouldn't ask or maybe I shouldn't tell

I spilled my guts hoping you'd give me yours to fill me up again

My skin fell on your lap that night I bled from the core and I wouldn't care even if I tried

When you threw your heavy hands through the glass window I felt the shards stab life into me again

And in the trenches we lingered to admire the forest above

And your shallow breaths lingered in my body for years

If I could find a way to undo these knots in my speech then my voice would flow with the speed of a waterfall

And I could look you in the eye and tell you I haven't regressed