Believe what you want. I’ve never
sat and watched you bleed on our kitchen floor. I’ve never
climbed this mountain and claimed you watched. I’ve never
let a white elephant walk all over you. But believe what you want.
Those scars existed long before I walked that threshold. I might of examined or kissed but never teared. But believe what you want. I’ve never
climbed this mountain alone. I’ve never
broken in this furniture without your tender finger tips. I’ve never
kept this door locked for more than an hour. Believe what you want but
Believe in me.
Saint's Muse 