I am so in love with you.
Red burnt out turning blue without...
The patterns of you stuck to my skin...
an artist stumbled and fumbled a pen.
I scrubbed and washed, trashed and burnt...
It's stuck though... a code I find in my dreams
in the seams of blossoms opening and closing
over and over again... again... again... again...
I was so burnt and bled, but I'm alive
and fed.
Love is not obsession or possession...
Can you say a old pair who's lights finally go out... When yours does, mine does too.
You're always far but I feel you, it's true...
I sense you're blue too.
My eyes wander when I wake missing you.
Not my Creator, but knowing where I felt
fitting like a rib.
Oh what I refused to tell you...
There's no mystery as mastery was never required. Cold spaces make people tired.
I hate that I had to fib to save your life and
it's crap that they win...
Fuck that end, crush it, leave...