I would paint
the whole world
your favourite colour

I welcome your scars
this time around for
they are the last I
may ever accrue.

You dig.  in . for. dear .   life .
One lasting fight to end all
                         fights.

A big mother battle for
the parents you were
torn from and the
storm that you
             were born
  into.

Onto my doorstep, I
proclaimed this ship not sunk
and spent the night too
               drunk on love to ****
                     to **** it all up with
                                one word: good by-

i'm telling you.
the clouds were meant for the ground.
but they hung themselves.

Sizzling, it stirs:
Something in the way you are
makes me forget *her