I've collected
S m a l l  b i t s
Of every soul
I've ever known
And sewed them
Together
To make my own.

I let you drive 100 miles per hour
Because I know what it's like
To want to go so fast
You might die.
I wish I was an atheist,
So I could believe if I fell asleep
In your arms tonight,
I might never be revived,
Never have to face the grace
That saved the twisted hopelessness
Of myself.
And as I held you,
I half died knowing
I was half asleep in borrowed arms.
For the rest of the night
I prayed to feel nothing at all.

I am not your throw pillow;
You can't just toss me on your bed
Whenever you want
To look nice.

She is a vessel
Provided to carry life
From the thoughts of God's mind
To the earth that holds its toes,
Under the sun that warms it's skin

She is a vessel,
A portal through which love and wisdom flow
Here to protect and create
To nurture and to care

She is a vessel;
Her heart beats the two syllables
Of purpose
She knows one day
What she'll become

We write it on walls,
We tattoo in on our arms,
Because there's nothing like knowing
You love me
More than night under the stars,
When I want you all over my skin
Down to my roots.

I can feel it begin.
All over me,
All over me.

let me ask you something raw and real
Like what it's like underneath your fingertips
And between your bones,
Where you're cut so deep
You begin to find the parts inside
You didn't know belonged to you

She fell in love with a dream of someone
He fell in the love with blond curls and curves
A touch of skin and sight of brallete made him feel human
He was cool to the touch while she was warm
The poetry they made silenced all his bad dreams, but awakened hers