Out there was war zones
And in here was paradise
Our heads lay on the pillow
Arms brushed up against eachother
I told you I could burn you
And you said my fire gave you the warmest light
You didn't promise me the world
But said a fragmented puzzle was something you were accustomed to
And I wished that I could offer you something whole
With not even a suggestion of "some assembly required"
I read chapters of your skin
An archive of a library
And I wonder if it's a place I could be written into
My fingers trace the section of care instructions on your lips
And I wonder if they're the ones for me