I am but a crow,
leaving little trinkets behind as I go.
A wisp of my hair, a speckle of glitter
reminders of me, sprinkled with litter.
A half finished beer, empty cigarette packs,
one lone sock stuck in the couch crack.
“My gifts to you”, I’ll say on my way,
as I dance out the door to play in the rain.

Don’t stay because you feel you must,
Love can’t be built on guilt or dust.
Stay only if your heart beats true,
If every breath still aches for “you.”

I want your smile, not just your face,
Your laughter warm, your soft embrace.
But if your joy begins to fade,
Don’t let our love become a cage.

I’d rather kiss you one last time,
Than hold you bound by silent crime.
So stay, my love, if love is why
Not just to soothe a saddened sigh.

Im sobbing these tears, but I'm crying to who?
It's this same stupid story playing out in my room
I never fall first, but I will always love harder
No picket fences, I'm a karmic debt paying daughter
Now the greater question is are you the lesson,
             Or is it me?