And I am the monster
That lives under your bed.
Just to make sure you lay awake at night
Like I always did, thinking about you.

And I am the curse you get
After walking under ladders.
Just so you'll never love again
Like I had badluck with love after you.

And I am the rumour
Living on your lips.
I'm gonna haunt you
Just like your rumours haunted me.

And I am your curious hands
That touched everyone else
but me. I never loved you.

And I am your tattered clothes;
Covering you
But leaving you cold.
Like I was, so cold, after you.

And I am the demon tattoo
Stained on your chest for eternity;
Leaving my mark on you
Reminding you of me
Forever. But I will not think of you.

And I am the deep purple scars
On your fists, stomach and leg;
The ones recieved in street fights.
I fought to hard
For someone I would not keep.


And I am the gin
That made you lose me
Completely.
I will love again after you.

I grab words from you

They are precious to me

I want to keep them folded

Safe in my pocket.

*But
I hang on to the end of your sentences
Like a starved man holds a crust of bread

I know that you are too beautiful for me to hold
Too precious and rare to belong to me
I am the humble farm boy
You the long haired princess

...the boy who hides in the garden
Just to hear you sing

I don't deserve you
Long legged  and delicate

(Keeping a butterfly in a jar
With a single stick to rest on
The hardest thing for the scientist to do
Is unscrew the cap
And let her float away)