What if we were all made of fire and blood and thorns
like we pretend to be,
instead of being made from glass.
And so he thought;
how lonely an existence it must be.
To have wings and not be able to fly.
but i want to thank you. because it wasn’t until
you came into my life
that i truly understood what it was like
to be loved.
with the sad eyes
and that nose, and those lips-
must surely be capable of far more than you know
i have this dream… where i’m like, drowning.
but it isn’t salt water that i choke on.
it’s the taste of you.