Secrets that stay this long
Turn to parts of me
I don’t believe.
All I want is the snips and parts
You hide from me
All the trimmed things
You thought you could hide away.
So I’ll let this death
Come to me again.
I’ll crush all those broken wings
With the thoughts
That this maybe
Will never be
That this perhaps
Could be lost again.
In my mind
I am the righteous one,
My wounds
Though self inflicted
Rang more true than you
My heart
Though self ignited
Will beat for someone
Other than you.
