i will brush all the old sunsets out of your hair
we wear nighttime like a hospital gown
and. the. sea. serenades. us. with. its. lapping waves.
they sing like they are hurt. like they are blind.
i build you castles
that cannot be touched by wind or water.
my fever burns and begs for sleep
sometimes we walk along the train tracks.
and you. you let me. whisper violently to you.
of gorgeous nights and statical mornings.
your raspy voice
strangles fires and angels
i try to play the acoustic but my fingers bleed you
i think we were born too wild for the day
i. want to steal. midnight oceans.
so we can float like we are sleeping (and sleep like we are floating)
you smoke makes
me feel warm and bitter (sweet).
