If I Could Swear One More Thing

You scraped my knee and it’s bleeding profusely and it makes me wonder when i did let you in that deep? and i’m hoping it doesn’t leave a scar, likely to be a reminder of where you still are (lying somewhere under my skin, lying in each chamber of my heart) and where you’ve been (when i was drunk on emotions and let you in — too deep within). and now i’m afraid you won’t go away, won’t heal correctly, seal any possibilities of you still being able to live inside me, managing to hold yourself little tea parties over the idea of being able to overcome every piece of me. shoo, shoo, away, it isn’t fair for you to stay because regardless of the physical aspects you may leave, emotionally you’ll likely still be here with me.. and that’s where i’ll have the most trouble making you disappear. my heart is and will always be an open wound to anybody who has ever had the honor of entering there, but for you, i refuse to let that be the case. your goal, it doesn’t seem, was to be there for me, your goal seems like all you really liked having was the chase. so congratulations, my dear, on getting that taste and succeeding your very own place. but i need you to do me a favor now… and just get the fuck out.