The way water rushed down the gnarls of your spine
the way your body submit to the ground like a dirty valentine
It’s hard not to want to make you mine
It’s hard not to ask for a love, your kind

rewind, unwind
more whine, less wine
you be mine, do you mind?

I have no passion to fashion a confession,
I rather a knife to kill the tension
this feverish blow it’s for you to caution
this gibberish slur when my tongue’s in motion

Just pull a blade from my chest of drawers
be in total darkness, you grope for its edge
Just steal my heart in your grievous plunders
A war you wage, a lie to stage.

Push me into the ocean, burn me for getting wet
How do I crawl out from under fifty shades of sad?
My fingers wither in grievance,
recedes to the back of my nails,
boils the strands of my veins
holding the brim of this toxic space
The biting thirst of an ineffable legacy,
I still have no luxury of its taste.

The crumbs of my conviction no longer hold the faintest of flavours.
The frivolousmost jesters playing the barest of blames
The curtain of change is set in flames
Not even a consolation, you hand me chains

not flowers, for shame.
I’m not one to speak, I was born to break.

Maybe God has better plans for me
and maybe in this case, the sand won’t meet the sea.
Trust you to handle me with care
Thank you for the time you had to spare

No vendetta to vindicate, it was all written
across tombs of stones
between winter’s bones
at the cradle of the
first star to my foremost
scar.

Save tonight, even if it means letting me go.