you were a ******* masterpiece;

a shattered hurricane
of broken hands
and ****** knuckles
and mascara stains
that never really washed out

so impeccably broken
so wonderfully flawed

you tore the ocean to shreds
you scattered the sand
and ripped apart the sunrise

like an old picasso lost in the basement
like that ******* whisper in the oven
like poetry written in broken bottles
and empty sandboxes

i guess i've always had a penchant
for a beautiful disaster

i've always touched the edge of the fire
and waited for my fingertips to burn

but i didn't mean to fall into the flame

now i've got ashes in my bones
and embers in my skin
and when i touch the fire
it just ******* freezes me

i didn't know what it was like to miss something
until i felt it in every single cell in body

i didn't know what it was like to miss something
until i didn't know how to feel anything else

we broke twilight in half
and crawled inside the empty space
and somehow it still doesn't feel like home

nothing feels like home without you anymore

i'm still ticking off the calendar backwards
for when i can finally count time
on my own hands again;

i want to count for you
but my fingers just don't bend that way
and i want to prove to you i mean it
i always meant it
but i can't make my knuckles turn past
the black and blue

i'm sorry i couldn't love you like you meant it
i'm sorry i couldn't make you believe it

i hope the roadkill in your driveway
at least makes it to the graveyard
since you never did lay me to rest

i hope your own dreams at least get a eulogy
even though god himself knows you don't deserve it