Pick me up off the shelf,
dust me off and fix my hair.

You like playing with dolly,
don't you?

You like not having to see
emotions in her eyes,

not having to feel
hesitation in her skin.

Fix my dress and
tie my shoes,

you like not having
to fall in love with her voice,

you like not having
to feel her heart beat,

don't you,
keeper?

You like having her as
only an item,

you like not having
to feel a thing.

The devil is sweeter
than the lies on your lips,
his wrath tastes better
than the rage you sip.
You've poisoned yourself
with guilt and greed
instead of seeing
what you really need.

Rip me apart
and
salvage my
soul,

tear me
to pieces
and pretend
you cared at all.

I'll help you
pick the gravel
from your tongue
from when you fell
when you tried
to
chase the sky.

Cut, cut, cut
down that tree
that you call
home

Chop, chop, chop
up that heart
that loves you
so.

If the moon
fell down
tonight,
I would go out
dressed in only
your memory.

I would pick
up the pieces,
one by one
and put them
into the shape
of your
smile.

If the moon
fell down
tonight,
I would pluck
the biggest piece
from the
unearthly floor

only to
bring it to you
with a look
of complete
innocence
as I handed you
my eyes.

If the moon
fell down
tonight,
I would whisper
into the stars
that I could piece
their heart back
together

like you
do with mine
every night
when my own
decides
to fall
apart.

blue eyes like mine shine like a million suns,
but have the depth of a thousand oceans
where secrets are kept
and promises are broken.