like two watchtowers burning in the night

like two birds lost in mid-flight

i come to you with everything unravelled

a sweater that has been rip-torn

by the gnarled appendages of time

i come to you,

the student to a million different teachers who preach at the top

of their smoker-lungs and still it’s not enough

for the girl who will tell me otherwise

because together, the two of us are like two spies

(i’m russia and she’s america- what else would do?)

constantly trying to figure each other out but i often

give myself to things much easier and

she goes back to the ports of her allies and

swims at their shores

when i’m thinking, can’t she come to mine?

when she’s here i’m fucked up

when she’s away, i’m fine i’m fine

but i yearn for the days when she’ll toil

with my emotions, made of oil

get the chance to rip me apart

i know if i give her the chance

she’ll eat my crippled heart

but my signs are reading,

blinking faster than any softhearted rapture and

my doors are always open.