skinny love

 

our skinny love sat on the edge of my knife
our skinny love underwater even at its spire
tried holding on, but its soul was too impaired
died faster than your arrow hit the dove

broken bones and hollow screams
as I disclose to my walls the beauty of your fire
as I burned in desire
as your fence grew higher
higher and higher every day

the tears implode from my eyes
when I wonder if you tell your walls about the skinny girl
her bright blue hair you liked to pull
her trail of sadness you liked to fulfill
do you tell your walls about me, baby?
are your walls the ones you come clean to?
or do they hear lies like mine do?

like a solitary seashell on the shore, we had been
sublime and frail, made to be stamped and crushed
we knew we weren't built to last
a sandcastle of beautiful words and stolen moments
not to assume that eased the ache
we knew we were born to die
but that fire burnt brighter than the flashiest stars

our skinny love as fragile as it had been
you would have to be blind to undermine
the bubble that was made to be popped
a dream that merely lasted the night
but still, a land of wonder
where I fell down the rabbit hole and lost my heart
and I don't think I ever want it back