The girl who sang
Toppins' a bag
And dreamed of white and cream
Clothes and sheets
And vows wrapped in silver linings
Blank white pages
With endless capacity
For love
And whispered dreams through the cracks of finger tips
Then stretch them up to the open arms of dying trees

She called you to know
she asked, Do you ever grow
Out of resenting your very own skin and bones
Every atom
And I am
So alone
When you don't call
Slipping out on a warm night
I can never tell
What sets you off
Vibrates your bones
Like you do in the pit of my stomach
Electric fingers and eyes shone
They had never known
What it is like
For a heart to ignite
In hands of lighter fluid