Vibrant, real
tangible...

I've always loved you--
your hands, your eyes...

I love waking up in the morning with you
I'll kiss you while I do my makeup...

when you tell me that
I'm beautiful...

You told me again
and again...

Lookin at these broken tatters
seems like my wings don't matter anymore...

You remember that day,
the one where you showed up before the sun did...

Wish
feel...

if
I had to...

I use the white noise of tv
to numb the voice...

The sky is caught
behind the clouds...

It seems
my soot...