i have grown flowers out of the marrow of my bones
i have harbored seeds from the blood that flows
i have created skies from the pain in my eyes
and i do it all for you,
my wildflower

The tragedy is
there's a prison in my mind
all the thoughts that lurk there
are ones I wish were never mine
they etch into my heart
the scars I wear so bright

They whisper wicked stories
of things that never happened
or maybe things that did
things that shouldn't create ripples
in the current in my life
but here I lay in bed
stuck awake at night
eyes cutting blankly
through the nothingness of my cold and dark bedroom

~

here is a place
my heart comes to mourn;
a place where these thoughts
are seldom my own.
a place frozen in time
your face covers these walls;
a cold lovers waltz
still haunting these halls.
a window through time  
i am left to adore;
here is a place;
i will love you, once more.

~

You don't say it.
You never show it.

But darling,
you know all too well
that my soul is unmatched.

So if you tire walking
in puddles, come
take a swim in mine.