Infatuation:
Broken hearts fixating on
each other's fractures

Someone to come home to
Someone to look upto
Someone to share my plight
A second wing for good flight
Someone to steal my fright
One to control my heights

All I dreamed of was
Harmony and a peaceful fam
I wanted silence and a farm
I meant nobody's daughter harm
I truly treasured her charm

All I wanted was
Someone to make me a home
One I hadn't since I was born
I wanted not the silly fights
The cold lonely twilights

i met a martyr once who told me
that gingers aren't born
they're spawned from something unholy
*oh but of course
so when these hands collapse your throat
i will sleep with no remorse