Like the morning
I will be broken soon
Like the morning
I'll be going soon
Like the morning
I ache for you
Like the morning
I'll paint the sky
Like the morning
You're new to me
Like the morning
I wait for you
Like the morning
I am born a new

For you,
I hope the pain eases soon
I hope it is gentle suffering

I know I look
Like I carry
Nothing on my shoulders
But I like to think
Even Atlas gets used to
The weight of the sky

As I think
So I become

As I think
So I am

I wonder
As clouds in the sky often do
If the next girl will learn
Of my blood on you

As I learned of the one before
On your hands
It messy
It stains
It covers more surface area than I thought

Sometimes anger manifests itself at sadness
That's why my insides are screaming