where was that man who'd put blankets over my barbed wire?
I made you my temple, my mural, my sky
but I was begging for footnotes in the story of your life
drawing hearts in the byline
always taking up too much space or time
you assumed I was fine
but what did you do when I
broke free and left us in ruins,
took this dagger in me and removed it
gained the weight of you and then lost it
believe me, I had to do it
was it all in my head? tell me now
tell me I've got it wrong somehow
I knew my love should be celebrated
but you tolerated it
fdm:
I still find songs that reflect the way I felt
at the very end,
hoping one day you'll understand the reasons that I never had
the nerve to say
