The first time I saw you naked
I cried, and then tears dripped from your eyes
I don’t know how you can be
My angel,
And all my demons at the same time
But you are

I want so desperately
To be you, that I’ll
Crunch numbers together, make my mouth open
Never
Just to fit your mold

Last night when we spoke over waffles
That you drenched in syrup,
And grapefruit I never touched
You stuffed me with the words
I was trying to say

You left the table,
My plate still full of "harsh opinions"

I’m not mad;
I’m tired,
Tired of picking out the shards of glass
From beneath my fingernails

You can’t be the ****** weapon
And the search party,
You can’t be my white horse
And the dark knight

But you are.