Something told me
To drive to your
House
Instead of calling
When I met you
Downstairs
I could tell
You were stalling…
Not sure if
We were in love
But I was
Certainly falling
Then I hit
The ground
I shattered
And still I rose…
That all that
Matters
Now you try
To come back
Around
Such a clown
I’m sorry that
Your mother
Let you down
I’m sorry that
Your father
Was nowhere
To be found
But just because
You have wounds
Does not mean
You can prey
On the ones
That YOU pursue
You are not
Immune to
The truth
Our house
Of love
Was almost
Finished
It just needed
A roof…
Just as a hand
On the stove
Burns
Sometimes
It takes
Heartache
To learn