pieces thats all thats left of me
i am trying to put myself together
the blood and veins and skin
doesnt work

pieces thats all left of you
i try to put you together
but its not you
its looking like me

maybe i need
to put our pieces together
and see us from above

i think its making sense now
****. this must be love!

the cord umbilical
the finger of our father
the hand of our lover
the hug of our child

something to hold on
someone to hold to

the kiss from a mother
the pinch from a sister
letters from a stalker
the stolen glances from a distance

something to remember
someone to remember

the hurt from a lie
the arguments and the cries
the bruises from a monster
the doubt in the eyes

something i dont want to remember
something i have held so far

for now i have got you
all that is left in me
are the memories
of bliss coming my way

waking up
thinking of you
wondering
how you look in your sleep

maybe you are curled up
in a warm quilt
or in a warm embrace
of my guilt

i can trace the outline
of your lips
your glowing face
and your arched hips

oh how cruel your slumber
how deaf your ears
did you not hear
my loving sweet nothings

i just cant sleep
i cannot breathe
i am awake here on the other side
the dawn incomplete

you lied to me
about who you were

did not tell me
that you were the morning dew
waking me up

with the sweet drop
of your love

its been a day after you left
an accident scene
a victim who was run over
to smithereens

no no there was no blood
no gory sights either
i think you know what i mean
you were the not so grim reaper

that thick quilt does not work
it does not feel right
it does not give me
my lover's caresses or her bite

that thick quilt does not cover
or touch all those places
that belong to my lover
they are empty spaces

that thick quilt does not shield me
from my love's piercing stare
at my naked being
although there is nothing bare

take this hand
take it with you
take this soul
take it with you

i am mixed in your colors
i am mixed in your shades
of mixed emotions
running in your head

i can still feel the texture
of your feelings
its ok to breathe baby
its ok to feel alive

i cant say i dont miss you
i can still feel your warmth
cuddling into my arms
And looking up into eternity