Perhaps her shocking, clean blondeness
Will cleanse you of the hate you carry
For the very body that indulgently hosts it
You’ve let the bar drag the lake so easily,
And I could never compete with your love of mediocrity
So what’s left to gasp and squeal, drown it  

Darling,
You can burn.

I try to speak our language with other people
I can almost hear you laughing at me

It sounds like hail on a windshield

It’s fatal to twist my stomach this way,
Yet he leaves me to walk around
Having swallowed glass and nails
I’m both starving and so full, I spill over

Leave me
Leave me
Please, I’d hollow out this body
Rather than be a whole woman with a single piece of you still inside me
I’d rather crash this car while I’m young and sturdy
Than wait as you take four steps back for every five forward
Slipping skyward like running paint on the horizon
I was earthbound, I would’ve died trying
I believed in a tether we couldn’t see but it was only lights and strategic wiring
Our first night failed us, now it’s miserably dated
Every night I still ask it into my bed
I still sleep with it right next to my head

From which would the worst hand be dealt,
That they should see into my soul like an open wound,
A throbbing problem case,
Or for their own to be missing entirely
Abundance and absence are sisters in a carriage,
Dressed in ribbons
Sewn in breathlessly tight and bickering
I’ve not the modern medicine to heal them
Of their fevers

I see how you treat her brown eyes so well,
The most delicate touch
Among the softest air
For if it cannot be mine,
There is nobody I’d rather see protected
And glowing under your sweeping gaze
The most radiant flower,
Shining under a misty rain
She is lucky and I see it most clear,
Your pure sentiments I hear
And when she needs you very most,
You endure a mile backwards
To walk her home

I could’ve used your hands today
I was drowning in a pool of eyes
Paper thin and soaked through
With your hands held about my face,
I would have found new air in you
With your voice through a tiny tin wire
I could’ve opened up and fallen into

My soul would have been loved
And already resold
For your warm “they’re nothing like us.”
“Lover, let them wilt in the drizzle and drown,
I’m the rows of corn that feed the world,
And you’re the Sun.”

Are you my kiss behind a studio door?
My costar in our own little story,
Whispered between the rest of them
As we sneak away into the bright city chill
Just after mid-morning,
The very highest of the Sun
Are you the radio tuned to the perfect distraction?
I know music rushes in rivers beneath you
Swelling,
It collects in the windows of your vision
Aquamarine, polished,
Are they hard enough to deliciously shatter my heart?
Is it me with whom your growing vines bloom into,
As we play different parts?
I’d leave it where it all began,
Once the end has come  
Alone, on a glossy wooden floor
I’d trust you with my secret
If it was also yours