Yesterday I Bled

Yesterday I bled

For the third time this week

Because I can’t face it now

I’ll let love grow cold

Just for a painful while.

And the tears I suspected you shed

Should probably now be dry.

Time is inconvenient

When there’s pain between us

But we’re at a loss

And leaving it

Though perhaps easier

Breeds bitterness into the wound.

The agony of the mundane

When this burden is expanding

 Weighing  heavy.

But we’re still pretending

Ridiculous in our both comprehending

The real cost of letting things be

Of letting love drip through the new holes

We created out of heart- hurt.

I’ll start then

Again

I’ll expose what we both already know

Fear climbed in an open window

And we were too frozen to make it go.