i draw flowers and spirals
up and down my arm and they
casually
ask if i want
tattoos.
as if permanence
isn't
terrifying.

Soft skies, turning grey to blue
The grass outside will grow
Spinning up around our ankles
Lay back and watch
The clouds dancing in the sky
Still remember that snowball fight
I find that I don't mind sunlight
When it's with you

Things get better
They always do, with you
I know there's still plenty of time
To fall all the way apart
But for now
For now
Things could be worse

I laughed today
Sin after sin
Watching the bombs fall
Through frosted bathroom glass
Before it exploded inwards
I was okay

The night is thick and heavy
Oppressive on my skin
And there's a whisper in the pine trees
That things will change
Oh things will change

Cold pebbled flesh
Arms raised behind our heads
Coming into a spring
Of our own likeness
Sprouting leaves
Painting over our mistakes in green

The time has come to bury
To count loses and move on
Pave over empty streets
Houses turned to cemeteries
Fill in the cracks
With recycled riches
We call that freedom, don't we

My sweetheart
Black haired tornado
Never thought I'd write again
I've moved on to social commentary
But never on from you
Because you are my escape
At the end of this day
You are the only place I know I feel safe
Sitting here
On this rainy, rainy day
My mind wonders astray
I'm back to you again
Still wondering when