I want to be the crayon you choose.
You're staring at me- is it flecks of her irises?
Pixel fragments of your- your broken girl
singing in a car fatuous teenaged maddening
your beautiful agony one?
Her colours ran so deep, ocean, lightning,
I'm snared in pastel drapes, twisting, biting.
Does the bruised heart still beat
in your chest? Or in hers?
Is it that I have her poise when I walk?
Your ears- strain for her timbre when I talk?
When you hold me the tightest are you grasping at shards
of another doomed crossing of stars?
Is your future wrapped away
sterilized in gauze?
I've got a leaky rowboat to carry you
from a hurricane of nowhere.
I never want you to live up to her.
Don't you see? Don't you see?
How could I
-how could I possibly-
be brave enough
To let you love her and love her
with my little wolf heart?
Until your soul is spent
until she's torn you apart.
I -burn- to know your reckless, your passion,
in a home it can at last belong.
I howl to keep you, little fox
your heart starting fires safe in my den,
to let old love out.
To let new love in.
what am I doing wrong?