I found God betwixt our racing heartbeats
When two became one in our college dorm’s sheets
We rose with a panic; the trip to class manic
A lust that ran hot, but would never grow old
I saw you two moon’s back,
To get my old book that,
Once I had lent you before I was scorned
Although I felt I might stain it,
With tears, having held it
I noticed you let the **** thing get torn
And I’m here, worn out by a lover that let me know more his name
I’m worn out, torn about, caught in the middle, haunted by your flame
I found Hell’s fire in the music we made
I’d bleed for your sorrows, be kissed by your blade
But it was the season, for acting a heathen
A rose that grew wild, but died in the rain
And I’m here, thrown back, remembering April, the taste of my pain
Yes I’m here, caught up, wishing I’d forget the sound of your name
I saw you two moon’s back,
And I tried not to wear black,
Although I, in mourning, could not meet your face
I met you briefly, so I could appear sweetly
At home, crying gently- upon the old page
And I’m here, thrown back, remembering April, the taste of my pain
Yes I’m here, caught up, wishing I’d forget the sound of your name
I found hope in a mini-symphony,
A song half-remembered, you once sang to me
You felt like you could, so I came and I did
To grab an old comic, my tragic heart skipped
And I’m here, thrown back, remembering April, the taste of my pain
Yes I’m here, caught up, wishing I’d forget the sound of your name
I saw you two moons back,
Striped shirt, had to look at
The way that time had altered your face
And I don’t think I missed you
But I needed to see you,
I needed a memory that I could replace
And I’m here, whispering, to the shadows I see alone in my room
I’m here, wondering, if you noticed how much a year’s altered me too
Inspired by the very bent cover of a much loved book, lent to someone who left me tattered as the pages of what I'd given them. Also inspired by Hozier singing about Whiskey. : )
