they told me about you
while I was sleeping
when I came to you
soft, with a stomach full of tea
and hands in patent leather purse
and eyes to the ground, always
and you were surprised
because your righteous heart
would not let your gentle hands
follow through
and I pressed one cheek to the cold floor
and whispered my satin-lined prayer
to please please please please
let my heart be free from your hand
but I washed your face
and your clothes
and kissed your cheek
and your hand
and I suddenly didn't have to navigate
through a maze of broken branches
to see your hand in mine
and your lips on my shoulder
while you're filling in between the lines
and I'll take off your glasses
and kiss the crinkles by your eyes
but sometimes I feel like every wrinkle was caused by me
every gray hair came from me
because I heard about you
while I was sleeping
I had a nightmare
that your former fiance from Rhode Island
showed up at my door
I had a nightmare
I could feel the lies
pouring out from behind my pupils
my hands would be drowning
trying to put out every fire
we started together
but sometimes I think I forget
that your heart is in my palm too
and that we locked ourselves together
in the quietest room
in the smallest place
because you are mine
and sweetheart, oh sweetheart, I am yours
Jun 1, 2014
Jun 1, 2014 at 8:03 PM UTC
they told me about you
while I was sleeping
when I came to you
soft, with a stomach full of tea
and hands in patent leather purse
and eyes to the ground, always
and you were surprised
because your righteous heart
would not let your gentle hands
follow through
and I pressed one cheek to the cold floor
and whispered my satin-lined prayer
to please please please please
let my heart be free from your hand
but I washed your face
and your clothes
and kissed your cheek
and your hand
and I suddenly didn't have to navigate
through a maze of broken branches
to see your hand in mine
and your lips on my shoulder
while you're filling in between the lines
and I'll take off your glasses
and kiss the crinkles by your eyes
but sometimes I feel like every wrinkle was caused by me
every gray hair came from me
because I heard about you
while I was sleeping
I had a nightmare
that your former fiance from Rhode Island
showed up at my door
I had a nightmare
I could feel the lies
pouring out from behind my pupils
my hands would be drowning
trying to put out every fire
we started together
but sometimes I think I forget
that your heart is in my palm too
and that we locked ourselves together
in the quietest room
in the smallest place
because you are mine
and sweetheart, oh sweetheart, I am yours
