I'll curl up and write
As an escape from this mess
And you;
Under the setting sun
And the glowing moon.

I'll tell lies
But only to myself
Because you, you should be spared
From the moment when my sanity snaps.

I'll think of you
Grasping at the straws of love
And you fell- oh how beautifully you fell!
Into another's arms, held away from mine.

I'll leave you
In his arms, in his shelter,
Because I've always been good at clean breaks,
I'll even clean up the ashes.