i find myself
fly-bi-nightly
dancing a razor thin line
between hating myself
and giving you the blame
it's been so long since i last slept
so here
this time i brought something for you
take it
i made it for you
from scratch
and i wrapped it in the flesh of that lone oak
that you'd thoughtlessly carved our names in
outlined in a school-boy heart
coupled with the word "forever"
silly little man-cub
always raising your voice over terms you can't define
for baker.
(but he knew that, the second i paused to speak.)