You Broke My Heart

I thought myself at ease

thought I'd finally found some peace

with the world in your company.

I didn't recognize

or maybe I denied

the war on your lips. 

[ And all this time

you were planting mines

in my backyard.

Filling my buckets with your stones

complaining words to break my bones

you broke my heart.]

This was the last place 

I would look to bleed

or pray to God to bring me peace. 

This should be a place fo no worries found

not a bloody battleground. 

[But all this time

you were planting mines

in my backyard. 

Filling my buckets with your stones

complaining words to break my bones

you broke my heart.]

Would you shoot a brother

to make your burden lighter?

would you bring the battle home?