The one you never knew

but I knew you.

Wash your hands of me

As I've done with you.

But I'm not done

with war. 
 

A dark cave is a lonely place

for one in love with everything.

And these fires I keep building 

inside, aren't keeping me warm.

And these dreams are leaving

me hungry.

 

Wash clean my memory

until you only have a face.

Save the fingerprints

and leave the tear stains

so you'll still recognize me.

 

But will you remember me

when the silence seems to crush you.

That's me screaming from afar 

when the prick of thorns

will sting you with my harsh words

for yours should have been sweet.

 

No blood was shed on this ground

on these story book pages.

No mention of my name 

not when I've learned to let go.

 

My blood before yours.