You'd think I was a fool
The way I mishandle myself
and come to every name you'll call me.

Blinded by the rules
hoping I am worthy enough
to be the same in which you saw me.

To call myself happy i'm afraid
is selling it far short.
I'm rooted on your porch like ivy.

To look at these rings we've made,
spiral out and distort,
Beam the importance of your place beside me.

You could crush me into dust
but I'd still crawl to your lips.
If only to fight you one last war.

You could collide with me just
but when they brush off my ribs
It’ll only leave me wanting more.

I'm sewn into your storms
by God's own shaky hand.
I’m your own divinely made art.

I’m in the spiral that forms
Over the golden red band
I live in the deep blue of your heart.

I will love you more
until the day I die
Until my rings have no balance or grace.

I will drown myself
in that Crimson eye,
Until there's nothing left to drown me but space.