the young girl
the one with the beautiful face
and strong arms
the southern drawl
the voice that cut clear across all rooms
my room
i made room for you
because i wanted to
you told me tonight
that we never had had to fight
for one another
but you are wrong
see,
all this time
i fought for you
when all signs
said to leave
but i'm no good at leaving
i stuck through
endless parades
celebrating how awful
we were
i saw through
the guidelines
and threats
i took it all as a blind warning
because all i saw was you
you
you
the blonde child at war with herself
and all i wanted was to love you
wholly
holy
humbly
turned myself inside out for you
only to find that
you would throw it away
in a five minute bind
i hope it was worth it
i hope it was
what you needed
i hope it was
true