Maybe I was thinking of a little arson,
Maybe I wanted to burn that house,
And the memories it holds,
Packed away in their heads.

Maybe I thought grim thoughts,
Maybe it was my only mind,
But then you showed up,
And put my conscious to rest.

Maybe I still hate,
Maybe I still need closure,
Like the frays on a woven rope,
Untied endings still haunt.

I know my path will cross,
But When it comes,
I know I’m safe,
I know I’m with you,
Like a wall of steel,
You protect me.

-July 9th 2013