When the sky is red and no one is looking, you see my brown eyes.

When my nights are dark and I fear the skies won't clear, you show me you are near.

For days at a time, you bring butterflies through my spine, but then your love strikes my fragile little heart like a wrecking ball and poison vines.

I'm no saint, I've too caused harm to what we call our palace, sleeping in our bed of lives while outside of them we live in the gylais.

Too comfortable to let go too weak to speak, which has me carrying weights of guilt on my back while walking with nails beneath my feet.

Inside it's like I'm fighting fire that's ready to pour out like a fresh class of red wine.

Thoughts of our love and war bursting in my head slowly killing my mind.

This love we created is pernicious and venomous to our souls yet we continue to hold on and promise one another until we’re old.

It's now time for this love we shared to create memories in our bodies and set us free.

And let what is meant to be, be.