I tried to step over the vines.
If my soul was a rose,
I am trapped in its stem
My ankles crack on every step I take
But I hear the ripping and tearing
Of being rooted to you.
I`ve tried waiting and watching over stoplights
Hoping that no one would be reckless enough
To damage the others around them,
To damage what they have.
The red reminds me of nights when the sun wasn`t
Ready to go down and neither was I,
But you always got me home safely so I could
Return in the morning to find you asleep still with
The stars and nebulas floating in your eye sockets
What do those mean?
Do they create a universe of your own dogmas that hold me
Were you formed from star stuff next to the black
hole that designed me
Maybe it just spit out my body
And nothing else inside of it.
That’s why my eyes are black in the rain and sun.
The sun I hope I am to you.
The sun feeding the roses circling my body
Anchoring me to you ground, and I see your
Stars in the mud, (they are not any less beautiful,
You are not changed)
The roses that I touch in a beautiful beautiful
One filled with every graceful and ugly and limber
And rigid moment.