I told you my love
was good and borrowed,
endless seas to drown
every sorrow,
I told you holding my hands
were so far from sin,
they’d have your skin peeling
though pale and grim,
I told you my needs
were different from yours,
I throw back the starfish
even if washed up on shore,

I told you I’d be here
as long as you stayed,
but you had already left
as the sky above me grayed.