Do you fear the
Pouring out of all you are
Like I fear your use
Of alcohol?
As if you don't want the world
To know that all you are
Is broken promises and hard liquor
That you've deemed more important than me.
Seeing is believing.
Do you fear the sight of stains?

Light another cigarette, darling.
Do you dare?
Or are you subconsciously aware
That I identify as a child's book
Of magic tricks?
We all know things disappear
Behind layers of smoke.
People  do  too.

I am not here because you need me,
I am here because I fell in love
With a boy that has big blue eyes
Like longing skies
And a thorn in his side.
I thought if I could pull it out
I could somehow make a home for myself
In the spot where it used to be.
Open the windows, let he fresh air
Clean out your wounds, but
You are made of stone and that thorn
Is a sword and I've become so malnourished
That I cannot pull it out.
I'm not sure it would make a difference
If I could.