we continue to dance around this rosebush, both too afraid to reach across to the other in an effort to connect again. the thorns i am afraid are still a little to sharp to venture close enough. and the threat of more blood spilled on this ground is too much to take. but everyday we continue with this dance the thorns just grow stronger and more deadly.

i have things i want to tell you, but i dont know how deadly their poison would be. so for now with this danger between us i will circle and wait.

because somethings (sometimes) are better left unsaid.