Your crew socks pushed down to your ankles
and a laugh further down your throat
a light April breeze in the mess of your hair
it tangles
and teases as it blows.

if you love me
- despite - the things that make me ugly
you don't really love me...
but you're doing me a favor
and i'll never be able to thank you enough
\
if you love me
because, you say, that - i'm not ugly -
you don't really love me...
you're just pretending that i'm not ugly
and you'll never be able to see me enough.
or maybe one day you will,
and that will be too much
\
for you to really love me
you need to know the ways in which i'm ugly
and love me for those reasons too...
or at the very least, understand them

in a sense my innocence
has brought about some strange events
your unabashed sinfulness
my cute, careful religiousness
a surprising synthesis

in a sense, was my innocence
a recompense for your bitterness?
i sought your soul with reverence
from your tenderness, my mind undressed
a haunt old as some sacred texts

of a pure and honest impetus
our pride found a submissiveness
my naivete,
your diligence
thanks to our collective dissonance
a love made to be infamous

A peaceful harmony filled their steps
Glowing within
Together they spin
Around and around
Like flowers in the wind

The lies lay heavy on my heart
Tearing it apart
Leaving it’s mark
Just me and my tears
Lonely in the dark