If each of us was named
According to how we act
What would you be called
If your title was exact ?

How many Kind's, Cruel's
Liars, Lovers, and Takers
And could there be too many
Compassionate's and Faker's?

And what about the Honest
The Helpful and the Needy
How many Lonely souls
Would end up being Greedy?

Shy's and Charismatic's
Determined's and Apathetic's
They'd all be clearly labeled
Alongside Broken's and Poetic's

And who would you be?
Sweet, Nice, Mean or Sad?
Would you hide your name
Whether it was Good or Bad?

I was gonna steal the sun for you
And then watch as it lit up your face
Its rays warming your entire body
Seeping into all of the frigid space

I was gonna steal the rain for you
And then watch as it made you smile
Its power overwhelming your mind
Dancing aimlessly mile after mile

I was gonna steal the snow for you
And then watch as it dusted your hair
Its crystals gently kissing your lips
Melting slightly and creating a glare

I was gonna steal the wind for you
And then watch as it helped you to fly
Its sudden gusts sending you higher
Traveling up and into the open sky

I was gonna steal the moon for you
And then watch as it sang you to sleep
Its soft beams wrapping you tightly
Cradling every dream in one big sweep.

My cheeks are burning
hands freezing, shaking
My heart is beating
thumping, breaking
My mind is racing
jerking, crashing
My eyes are stinging
blurring, flashing
My body is tensing
straining, failing
My arms are reaching
grasping, flailing
My heart is beating
thumping, breaking.

so we undressed
and I didn't finish
and you felt self-conscious
and refused to read to me
like you did the night before
so I didn't sleep
but you did
and your brow was a shelf
and I wiped it off
like I did the night before
so the morning would feel clean
yet I missed a spot
and you said no one loved like me
and that wasn't a good thing
like a songbird that was more showboat
so I'm sorry lukewarm newspapers
and two wine glasses
and too empty
and you bit my lower lip until blood was drawn
like a misery, like a static radio song
so I bit your lower lip until blood was drawn
but that wasn't an anchor
but that wasn't a tether
but that wasn't criminal
like the soap operas and the 51st shade of grey
so we undressed
and turned on the history channel
and it didn't go anywhere
and you said history was for the historians
like ******* was for lovers
so we dressed
and you were a child in my clothes
and I talked down to you
and you took one last drink of my cologne
like a closing hymn collapsing on a dime