I’m in love with a girl who seems halfway across this world and the ribbons through her hair will never tame those curls. I’m in love with a girl who walks so softly through this world, the quiet way of walking days without an inkling of before. I’m in love with a girl who deserves another world, one that won’t ever stop from becoming something more. I can now see her face and the changes taking place. She has risen from the earth to simply slow the figure eight.
I know that I am pretty, pretty ugly to you but I will not become what it is you want me to. The way that I talk makes my tear out my tooth but the way that you dance makes me never want to move. For fear of believing what I never thought true, that the body of the devil that I love is now inside of you. I’ve never known a body that’s as beautiful as yours and the broken bag of my own flesh is simply nothing more- than a mechanical contraption for which I don’t know. It’s purpose or presence within your heart of gold. I just want to find the wayward place that we call home, yes I just want to see us wrapped inside a thread of chrome.
I only speak in absolutes because I’m tempted by the truth that always haunt me. I will never let you go and if you need me, let me know. I’m always talking. If you would believe it, see you are forever needed by my side. The one I’ve always known to consider wayward home, I call you mine. I call you mine. I call you.
