I lived in a house on the hill of my thoughts; a broken home with parents with halted hearts
My blood was young but my mind so old; my body tattered but never my soul
I met her in the valley of my dying dreams,
radiant with romance running in her ravenous veins
Relating her prose to carnivorous crows;
she was as disparate as me with as many internal foes
On the grass we kissed with an appetite,
she tasted of salt water, but drowning never felt so right
I didn’t know how to swim, but for her I would dive
I had never met anyone who made me feel so alive
Soon by noon I went home, after we grew weary
I don’t know where she went, but I hope it was somewhere near me