And I always thought that you'd be worth,
a ghost of a dream,
slipped between the covers,
of satin and stone.
Somehow you crumbled
into my life and made me think
about the cracks.
And then you tore at the snags,
and whisked me away,
with you,
into torrent of icy sunshine.
I never wanted to be alive.
Without warning I began to crumble and falter,
my mind weary with haunting words,
and I saw the end to my sunshine,
and I wanted to just let go,
so I would be back where I belonged,
in the dark damp restings of hollow life.
Instead I forgave you for making me fall,
and I climbed back up to the cliff,
and jumped off again,
the sun warming my back,
as I dived into colder waters,
and found sanctity in your flaws.