So I suppose I like to **** at prose
But I'm not a rhapsodist, no
Just a rambler,
A mangler of words

I like to fancy myself somewhat of a bard
When really, I just fiddle around on the guitar
Tickling strings until they
Giggle their tunes into me

And sometimes, I'll pull the strings
So they can pour their songs
Out of me.

Forget that I forgave you
We're as sorry as before
Your apology's rejected
I can't accept this anymore

I can't forget I loved you,
Though I remember all the hurt
And the fires that you put out
But you can't take away the burns

But I will,
Forget that I forgave you.

Violet
The lowest
Arc of the rainbow
Sweet is the color that's
Closest to home

But scarlet's the rose
Stretched through the sky
Brighter and higher than
She dreamed to fly

Somewhere,
Over and beyond

Her heart beat from
Scarlet to
Violet
In the flush of a moment, when she
Drew her own wings and said
"I'm ready to fall"

Yet she went from
Violet to
Scarlet
In her first brush with soaring, so she
Drew back the shades, and now she
Paints her own skies.

Even the wind
Was dying down
And I've already said it all
Without a sound
So take my hand
Look into my eyes
Together we can blow away
The sands of time

They said be brave
You've got to fight
But I'm so tired of being scared
Out of my mind
They said be strong
It's not too late
It wasn't long ago
I believed the words they'd say

****, we climbed so high
But even the brighest stars
Fall from the sky

So we're falling now

I just hope
That I can learn to fly
Before we hit the ground
.

She wore her heart on her sleeve
But kept an ace underneath
Just in case

She wore out the word "always"
The "look at mes", "I'm sorrys"
And "oh somedays"

She wore countless shades of rouge
From her cheekbones to her shoes
All drying up so well,
All here yet never there

She wore in the pair of lips
That filled her face with bliss
Like a beacon through the mist
The eighth sea's pokered siren

She wore seashells in her knees
The eve she washed ashore
Crept to flag a ship
That might sink her back to more

Heart bleeding from her sleeve
Cards stacked against beneath
Scarlet nails and blistered feet
Enough to make one think she-
Closed her eyes to dress

Life wore her backwards,
Inside out and backwards
And still,
She wore it best.

Sap
and snot and sweat
Lips, seizing my breath
You, shushing the war
Of who we were born to be
Versus who we have become

Thumbprints, mangled by hair
Redirecting us from memories
Too intense
To be studied closely

Lashes, kissing my brow
Proving we keep
The same images in there
Mostly dark,
But with streaks of light
That could blind us both
All over again

How long can we live
In the wake of a youth
So bright that it burned itself out?

Trust,
With all the spit and skin and salt
We have ever been-
We will end this together.