Give me your broken, your tired, your spent, I’ll give you a place to lay down your head.
You’re beautiful, I’m empty—nothing but the morning staves off the ruins of tempting.
Let this allure pay for our sins of our wicked skin.
Hold me closer but keep this at bay; we’re forever responsible for those that we tame—
Think it all the better that you don’t know my name
Chase your breath whilst you can—the remembering comes when your heart understands.
And when the world is still and the sun licks at the pane, that’s when you’ll know
You won’t be the same.
It’s broken, we’re tired—you have nothing left to spend.
Hang your head and lay down your regret on my place in the bed.
Summer 2014/Third Year of College