zebrasindenver

every god i have ever prayed to

has forgiven me

for even entertaining the idea

of worshiping you

whats the point

in a lover

without a few scars

i dont sleep

i need to be awake to regret

and feel the love

that i so happily

lost

i want to believe

that there is still room for the

artists

the broken

and the heartless

warriors

but these are not

ok cupid options

this winter

will kill me

pretty red flowers

on cold hard snow

this love could take my life

but then agian

so could a misplaced bus

id say im sad

but thats the truth lying

to my face

the flame i held to you

did burn others

but never extinguished

If only you listened to our history

instead of the opinions

of other people’s future desires

cut

your

tattoo

out

of my soul