you could shred me to the core
and i'd let you

I have a few things that make me, me
So please let me keep those to myself

Could you let me sleep in peace
Get out of my head
Get out of my dreams

the question clung to the temples
of the newly born revenant
who still played in concert with her heart
though the music that they made there
had gone quieter over the years.
and just now
In her fleeting embrace
he saw in her eyes not the past
but the future
like stepping out into the winter
after an evening by an oakwood fire
and his fear drank his blood
for he had already carved her name
into the stones of time
that line the path of his life
and when it was finally time to sit down
he didn't want to take off his shoes
alone.

How do you let go of something
that you could only love pieces of
but still loved just as ferociously
as if you were to love the whole?

It’s like trying to let go of something whole
when you only held a few pieces of it to begin with.

When they ask me why I stayed so long
I explain that because of you
I never ran out of things to write about.

Looking back,
I wonder whether all along
I was looking for a lover
or a writing prompt.

I was so foolish
I was so dumb
after I've let you go
There's been nothing in my mind but sorrow
I wish that I can be
by your side
This feeling within I can no longer hide
if I could just turn back time
and hug you tight
if I could just turn back time
and kiss you right
if I could just turn back time
and tell you every night
that you are
the love of my life