maybe this was supposed to happen
maybe you were supposed to let me go
and I don't blame you--
my darkest deepest parts leaked out
into your broken hands and like
wine they stained--
some days I still feel like needing you
some days I feel at home--
written in the stars our heartbreaks
led us to each other
then led us both away--

The spark was gone, love felt like rubber
We share the December-cold feeling with each other
If  I run out of ink, please tickle my heart with the feather
And with the tip, poke my curiosity and passion
Because I'm slow now due to grown-up friction
And being idle feels like a growing addiction
The comfort I feel is my demise; creative destruction
Maybe it was my extramarital affair with distraction
But trust me, it was the heat that kept us together
Entwined thoughts and rhyming so clever
The cold was gone, love felt like warm summer