I remember the thunder
Cascading down your spine
The night that you told me
Our love was now all mine

I remember a bang
Then nothing else
I watched you
The magician
Work your last trick
And out from your hat
A serpentine

How could I not have heard the cries
How could I not have read the signs
Howling wolves come late at night
Procure their next delight

I was a paper plane
And you were the eye of the hurricane
I was a skeptic slip
And you were the robe beneath my feet
I was a butterfly with a fear of falling
And so you clipped my wings

You were the ink
Spread out on sheets of unused paper
Line after line
Stroke after stroke
Vestal canvas
Tainted over time

Now I grab your fingers
Now I run away
Now I'm swirling in slabs of sapphire
Falling wave after wave

Now I'm crouched beneath my sink
Crying
Now I load old pills in my gun
Take aim
And fire
Cremate all of
My desire

Now I walk on all fours
Primal
Sleeping on the debris
Of my defeat

And watch you sheathe your two front teeth to taint your next great masterpiece

Of atheism, you want to be the God of your own life.

As a person I know
You're usually awkward
And most likely weird
But when you turn serious
My impression of you turns different
I've never seen anyone like you
I never thought you had this side of you
But seeing you like this is foreign to me
I've  become attached to you somehow
And I can't seem to put much into words what I think about you for real

"You'll find someone better"
I'm positive that every letter of that saying is correct
But, when can you detect that you have reached the best
Because of that, I hate this phrase
I hate it more than the people that cast me away
and the fact that all they can say is "You'll find someone better"
But what if they're the one you're supposed to be with forever?
What do you do when you have reached the best?
How about when that special guest checks out of the hotel heart-in-my-chest?
But, don't worry, I'll find someone better
Someone that will give me their only sweater in the blistering cold
Bold enough to not be ashamed of me
that sees past my imperfections
consistent enough to fill the sections in the story of my life
to treat me right without giving it a price
but what about when that person flees like the red leaves of fall?
What if that person never comes back?
"You'll find someone better"

He could cut his name into my skin
And I wouldn't mind
Because I would be his

He could rip out my blonde locks
And I wouldn't mind
Because he would run his fingers through my hair

He could slap me
And I wouldn't mind
Because his palms would caress my cheeks

He could curse my name
And I wouldn't mind
Because my name would leave his lips

Through the rain stained glass,
With a sickly purple hue,
I can see early marsh orchid,
And it makes me think of you.

The gardener's son
Is looking at it too,
His sickly grey suit
Makes me think of you.

I was not born a bog child,
I was only passing through,
The Irish Lady's Tresses
Made me think of you.