If looks could kill, I'd be long dead
But your looks just serve to choke instead
And choking never leads to death
Or kill the joy within your breath
Upon my neck or in my hair
(and to think that I once held you thereā¦)
Within me, still, a child of love
That no one knows the real name of
I love what lives inside your head
What lives far from me the days I dread
That I'm alone, where once I lived in you
All those days you loved me too
In one way or another still
You find these ways to make me fill
My heart with something that feels like love
Or something new
For me and you
That no one knows the real name of
And through my skin you always see
This little bit of good in me
Or complete and utter lack thereof
(that no one knows the real name of)
And here, in you,
Flawed and free
is the only way
I know how to be.