We live in this cruel cold soap opera,
You name the drama and I'll play the part,
So when I hurt you, don't take it to heart,
Booming drums of ****** for our mantra.

When first I let you inside of my arms,
I didn't think you'd stay inside my head,
Or between the creased white sheets on the bed,
Laying under the broken the smoke-alarm.

Pulled out across like piano wire,
I dragged you from the room and all its blaze,
You slept deeply and sweetly for eight days,
You're the first breath after a housefire.

-Jamie F. Nugent