It was 5 degrees
for the second week
and it’s finally warm enough to rain
The lake ice cracks and craters
with the falling march misplacement
a self destructive act of passion
(i don’t blame you but you let this happen)
There’s a storm chasing me
when i put my head down
i’m doing everything for your attention
like drunk driving in the snow
i wish you’d beg for me to make it home.
I watch flowers wilt on top of graves
and understand why
they carve our names in slate
If I could just escape to her
I'd want to know,
Does she still keep her kings in the back row?
i need something to look forward to
i forget what it’s like
it may sound pathetic
but we all need it sometimes.
You’re the scar I tried to hide with have a smile and new tattoos
and even when i’m covered
your true colors shine right through
i hope these words can make you cry
and make the years i’ve waited worth it
the years i’ve held it all inside
until this pain gave them a purpose.
your frail wrists read
lies and love
you always had your hands
behind your back
