some days I want to be everywhere
some days I want to be nowhere at all

I don't know what's worse

being lost at sea, surrounded by water
or dying of thirst

as I dig through what remains

through the ashes and embers

i realise

your love

is a burnt and ****** offering.

care about anything half as much

as I did when you were around.

Innocence is the days when
I thought that monsters
lived under the bed rather
than slept right beside me.

It was the times I feared
heights almost as much as
I now fear brooding stares.

Back when I thought
passionate love was the
only kind worth having
— that I now wish for a
lover who loves quietly.

Innocence was thinking
danger was an ill-advised
adventure, not a man.

It was admiring a tornado
heart and not realizing the
damage it would cause.

it's looking into the horror-filled eyes of a four year old girl
holding her shaking hands

as she watches her father, her mother
blown to smithereens

it's the family of five
reduced to three

it's the grandmother of fifteen, who is over filled with love
now that she only has six to share it between

it's the cousins, brothers, aunts
packed into a tiny sail boat

who are we to deny the happiness of those who don't think they'll ever be happy again?

who are we to turn away the freedom of people who believe they will never be freed?

I wait and I wait

for you, my siren eyed boy

sand and shingle

our toes, they tingle

with the green glass licked smooth by the sea

you took a gun to the edge of the water

I'll see you again, at the bottom of the ocean