Vein

If you don't believe me, then you never really knew, never saw the love that ran through my vein or the way I would have laid myself out for you. The truth was masked in barbed words and I regret that your sweet ears had to hear, but now the challenge is at your door, knocking, waiting to be let in and served. You ignore it, ignore me, and that's your choice, your mistake to make. Meanwhile, I'm walking onward. I cannot stand on the porch with it forever.