almost

your tongue stings as it passes over the cut,
the familiar pain of your words i love so much.
lashing hard; starting to break skin,
a perfect representation of the turmoil i'm in.
bringing up the things i thought once done,
now objects are flying and we've just begun.
we go round and round the bedroom:
blood, sweat, and tears,
this isn't a home,
hasn't been in years.
it's all about you, it always has been.
you wanted a song,
i couldn't give it to you then.
so here it is now; a dedication to the end.
a finale to the finish, the last nail in the pine,
my eyes closed so long, i almost was blind.