I do not love you the way I did when we met. There are secrets and arguments that I haven't finished yet. It's only that grace has outlived our regrets.
There is a river that washes you clean. There is a tree that marks the places you've been. Blood that was spilled, although not your own. For all of your tears.
It took a lot to turn away. Blood and water from one side. It took Your eyes to stare me down. It took the truth to set me free. To set me free. . Looking for a place to hide.