Scaffoldings and ladders surround us
We could easily be broken always.
Somehow pieces of fractured you
And shards of what is me
Make us somehow more pretty and lovely
Than if we had never been wrecked at all.
Making ways with only parts that shouldn’t be
Somehow yr hand in mine
Perfects imperfection.
And you are singing me in ways that i've never heard.
And I’m holding you like you’ve never been held.
I am strung together like kite twine
How you will keep this string taut
Never letting me know
What it’s like to be let go.
I am only familiar with stars shining yr name
I am only fond of fires made of yr flame.
I will never recover from a fall into you so brilliant.
