From the flow of your velvet words,
To the slow drops of your medicine.
From my stringed-out sentences
To the cry you never heard.
From your soul that understands
To my mind that always fails to see
From your perspective,
And sometimes even you don’t,
Because you risk yourself for me.
I can’t look at my reflection,
You see the beauty I ignore
I can’t forgive my life, my arrogance, my hate
Your kiss absolves me every day.
I can’t bare myself sometimes,
You can’t bear to see me hate myself.
I lived to vandalise your love,
But, still hurting from this silent slander,
You clean the graffiti of my soul.
I am your crown of thorns,
You are my rose.
I am the dying eclipse,
You are the sun’s ethereal kiss.
I am confused that
You still love me.
