On the night you left
It was a clear, dark sky
But inside my car it was raining
And the engine rolled into a storm
I saw the lights off a coastguard's boat
Heat from my ring, your name engraved with mine
An icy welt melting against my skin
Then you ask me where I've been,
I've been in the hail of Seattle
Throwing tantrums in front of speeding cars
Kissing the railings off every tall bridge
Lifting myself high in the rigging and tipping back-
I've been teaching myself to breathe where the air is thin

I.
You believe them. You tell them otherwise

II.
You write little post it notes, and catalog their promises
You make a calender and put your dates on it in red pen
You smile and expect to cross them out again

III.
You believe in their dreams, but you do not believe in their words
Even when you want to so badly that it hurts

IV.
You reason with yourself, and with them, and with your little red pen
That untruths are just as truthful as outright honesty,
Because honestly, deceit is pure
And who knows that they're lying when they're lying?
If they plan to follow through and say their lies as 'simple' truths
Or if they lie to you and then follow through
So is it really a lie? It's okay, you don't have to feel used

V.
You realize that you love them
Then you consider it more
And the more you think on it, the more that you're sure

VI.
Then days turn into a year, which is only seasons
And their promises become ever more few
Then the seasons break down into months, into days
Into hours

VII.
You're so lost in counting that you forget to fact check

VIII.
You believe them. Without the back of your mind screaming "justice!"
Without bothering to write it all down.
You hear them out, for the first time, and wonder if they ever lied at all
Or if you're just used to being lied to

IX.
And that's when your reality crumbles down
That's when you really love them but lose yourself
If the days you can't remember, and the time you can't forget
Coincide
Maybe there's some hope, a little, that everything was worth it
It's just a phase they went through
but you miss the lies

X.
Because when they tell you it's over
You realize it's the one thing you wish wasn't true.

My renegade prince
Is holding a noose
Made of wild flowers

Beckons to me
What is it, darling?
Don’t you like the necklace I’ve made?

It’s not that it’s just that I thought
daisy chains would never be enough
To convey the love
I just want your love

And he smiles, this wicked ****** smirk
And says my darling, then that’ll never work
I’ve made another of yellow roses and buttercups,
He says take my hand, try it on

It tightens as he brushes my hair back
I see discarded daisies scatter, he’s humming our song
Where it just fits his fingers take up the slack
Then I know that he knows, those petals are all I'd wanted all along

If I’d never asked for more
If I didn’t cry at the sight of them slipping away
My darling how is it? as pretty as your vices
As precious as our love is?
How could love be wrong?

My renegade prince
Is holding me
Made of wild flowers and sin

and we are lovers,
daisy chains
made for each other

No matter the meadows
we lay in

I know a guy, never wanted a kid
But he loved his daughter so,
Much so that he was afraid to care for her,
Coddle her, and through the years he
Began to pull away
He blamed her mistakes on her mother,
It was easier that way
He didn't want to see her eyes when he shouted
He couldn't control his threats or his temper
And it made him feel good to get adoration,
No commitment, just a little fee
Did he really love the woman to whom he said,
"I love you more than my wife and child combined"?
Was it warmer than the isolation of sleeping alone in their bed
I know a guy, who never liked children
Even his own, but who would've known?
He never was with them.