Maybe if i kiss you long enough, your coal lungs will soon have you breathing diamonds
and you'll tell me that the
buildings of flame that uproot themselves
inside of my chest have been built
so I could get used to the smoke
You remind me of freedom
and you possess more than the 50 stars that stamp our flag
I hope you know i'd get lost in your eyes
and i'd burn every map i owned
just to stay a little longer
I hope when you realize that i am as empty as the ghost towns in old western movies you dance in the dirt instead of leaving
Some days I'll poke holes in my umbrella
because i need to stop shielding myself from things that don't hurt me
So when you hear me praying for a flood,
just know it's not because you touch me like a famine
you don't have to go
you don't have to stop signing your name on my back
like you did when you signed a receipt
and you don't have to return me even when you are finished
because i belong to you even if you do not belong to me