Answer: I bloom like grief on the roses of your cheeks.
What now my love? How long this lasts is a symptom
not of luck or even love but the long leak of loneliness.
Faith is not thicker than grief. Grief is not polite.
What now my love? How long this lasts is a symptom—
are you more hero or villain? Do I want to be rescued?
Faith is not thicker than grief, grief is not polite,
I am the sum of too many broken pieces.
Are you more hero or villain? Do I need to be rescued?
You are the answer to prayers I’d forgotten I asked.
I am the sum of too many broken pieces;
You are one answer but I’m allergic to glue.
You are the answer to prayers I’d forgotten I’d asked—
I want to sunset in you. My flesh willing, my spirit afraid.
You are my remedy but I’m allergic to glue.
I have mislaid the heart that can be loved.
I want to sunset in you, my spirit willing, my flesh afraid
not of luck or even love but the long leak of loneliness.
Have I lost the heart that can be loved?
I bloom like grief on the roses of your cheeks.
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