We are the ones
Who exhale fog
And conjure the storms
of our downcast

Blood is thicker than vapour
yet we run just as thin
And the raindrop patter
of our hearts
is an awfully quiet din

Oh darling, can't you see?
The weather reports tell us
Only what we want to hear

Maybe they always did, love,
But it always escaped our eyes
As we stared at the skeletal
growth of this pain


Maybe the ground always did run into the skies
But we were too busy thirsting the night

To remember
recall

and forget

How were we to notice
When we were so caught up
Choking in the thunderstorm
of our failure?

I want to drink the stars
Shine, their constellations running through my veins
Suffocate on their glow
Ragged breaths their edges shred my throat
Did stars always bleed so red?