we have this way of walking away
so carefully mapped out
for when things start to be real
like a dream, you were to me
in the haze of late night sunshine
and bottles on the ground
who were we in those days
did you know I loved you?
did you give yourself to me?
I fought and fought against
the currents in your head
glimpsing so briefly
that tender soul you guard so well
and then we leave,
with all the walls on the ground
give them the winter
to rebuild our guards.
walk those old streets in hopes of finding you
but I feel I’m never exactly what you wanted
just a naive young girl
carefree and wild.
& it’s such a serious life you live
full of martyrdom and resentment,
but I do love you nonetheless,
in all your faults, I would always come back
I would always come home
to be wrapped up in your arms,
is a relief I have never known
anywhere else.