Nothing But Guilt

“When did you start feeling guilty?” You asked.

I wish I could spill my guilt onto the floor to prove to you that it's real 

Let it pool like blood and scatter like rain

This regret is hemophilia

All I do is 

Bleed 

Bleed 

Bleed

Remorse courses through my veins, it aches in my bones 

But I can’t make it leave my mouth

These months old wounds have yet to heal

And I have yet to earn the sweet scars of forgiveness 

If I could snap my fingers and disappear from your life I would 

I wish I could spare you from the pain of knowing me 

I sobbed in the October grass beside you 

Like a little kid in a hospital room, refusing stitches 

It was a Sunday, 2 days before my birthday 

“I’m nothing but guilt, it is the only thing in me” I responded.