that romanticism it chokes you
trying to holding sweet moments
and hoping for more again
looking for some soft memories
when there were never any
drinking cocoa like it wasn't gasoline
sugar down your throat like *******

you're acting lovely and wistful
like love wasn't a gun to the head
a threat on your deathbed
let go and cut your puppet strings
even if they connect to the parachute
the keeps you from an ocean of doubt
full of salty tears to drown you

this december I will remember
or at least we can try too
I'll try to hold on to those memories
of a year gone to hell
a year in which I held onto you
and we fell together

this december I will remember
all the harder times
in those dark moments we had
yelling at the world
late at night crying for what is wrong
knowing we were too young

the soft glow of you
the warmth inside you
that spills out from your skin
like standing in front of the sun
back lit and casting shadows
that comfort those in them
a break from the harsh day
a soft pillowing light
to hold them tightly

amidst the darkness
a gentle patter begins
tipping and tapping
a comforting rhythm
as thunder rumbles
and light begins to dance
during a nighttime storm