I bought a knife once
and you said it made me dangerous

I was only tired of getting pricked
by the thorns on roses I had found for you

That look in your eye preoccupies my mind
Do you even know how raw you are?

Staring at me behind that lightening
How has it come this far?

Your hips are glowing
My heart is moaning
Nothing about this is real.

you saw me
pointing at you
and talking to her

a thousand people around us
your eyes found mine
for the last time

I wish I was a God, so I could experiment in the heavens.

I’d lift up planets, and lay them down somewhere to rest, like the way I used to carry her to bed.

I’d kiss the sky with half as much passion as I used to kiss her, to send a million stars exploding into magnificent supernovas.

I’d brush away an asteroid belt the way I used to brush her hair, so that the light of my distant Sun gives me the warmth her eyes once did.

I’d see her very being, all the components used to create her, brought together in what I’m sure was a beautiful and awesome event.

I wish I was a God, so I could let my love for her out in a way that would create life and hope.