Blood and Ashes

I'm always afraid of love...

cuz it feels like it wouldn't last...

and I would just hide what it had become....

cuz there's nothing to hold...

just a palm full of ashes...

and I just drop it in the blood...

where my heart use to lie...

but the emotions just weren't enough...

to have my blood flow through my veins...

it was just another bluff...

It wasn't even real...

now it's gonna take too long for all that emotion to heal...

while I watch the blood dry with the ashes....

it's making all of my soft skin peal...

am I ugly in the inside for that love not to be real...

I always want my wounds and scars to seal....

but they end up coming out disgusting...

its never never cunning when I try to see what used to shine sunny.....

all I see is darkness....

and everything seems to just be blurry....

maybe I just need more learning....

so these ashes can stop forming when the love starts burning....