On the telephone you found me at the right time
been thinking maybe that I might want you for keeps
and this time it doesn’t feel like mythology
No golden haze, no tragic ending in sight
No ghost of the girl, always the first to leave
Just the cadence of your voice, a low, steady hum
like the tide promising it’ll come back to me
I was glitter and exit wounds
A dazzling showgirl with mascara constellations
Spinning through the ache of almost
Love used to feel like costume jewelry
Pretty, but it never stayed gold
And then there was you
no audience, not a decibel of applause,
just a quiet room
and the sound of being admired
and the scarlett letter I once wore pinned to my heart
Became sizzling ashes
You made forever sound casual
Like a secret we both already knew
the lights dimmed, the script fell away
Credits have rolled
I didn’t need to perform to be seen
Maybe it’s fate
or maybe it’s just what happens
when you decide to quit looking
and all hope is lost
The curtain closes
But this time
It’s not a fable I’m spinning to survive,
not a love I’m chasing through fog
it’s real
And it shimmers on my skin like a million tiny opals
Each placed by you
And for the first time,
I don’t want to run when the curtain opens