Forever, In A Fucking Heartbeat
We've made a mess of this love. All this rubble -
I'm biting my fist, killing myself to stand straight;
keep from dropping to my knees and sweeping it into piles,
paying in time, money, dignity. Anything it takes
to find the solution, fix the broken parts of us. This fighting,
It’s no use. My heart grabbed yours when I first let you in.
Here's the answer to the question I so desperately wish
you would ask: Yes, Of Course. In A Fucking Heartbeat.
I would practice every day, become the best architect,
take all these mangled pieces and create a work of art, so much
better than we thought possible. It would steal our breaths.
But wait, this new love is no thief - in exchange for air,
it would give us back all the beauty, the good, the truth; saviors
that we so carelessly ignored, ruined, beat up and chased away.
The thing is, you're not asking. Your hands are in the air.
You're walking away, giving up on an achievable ideal, when remember
Once upon a time, you whispered forever into my ear, every night.
It felt like we tried, but did we really? My hope is a deep well, and so
excuse me for being so bold, but I think this deserves a real shot.
I just can't grasp how you can let our future gather dust, rot away.
Instead of sadly watching something fade away, grab it by the throat.
We would have to use patience, that thing we never bothered with,
to untangle the indulgent mess of a web that we have woven,
to dig through the bones in our closet, to get through to the rats
that have been gnawing at our hearts and crawling through our veins.
Step on every single one. Listen to their screams, crunching bones
Squishing filthy souls, guts between our toes. I would smile so big.
Look at me, I'm on my knees. I know, it would have happened
any-which-way. The fact is though, honey, it's here, it’s now, and it’s you.
Our love was smothered, twisted, broken; and I know, it takes two
to fuck shit up. We are - I am - guilty; of loving, of doing it all wrong.
Redemption doesn’t come easily, but it can be achieved, and listen
Wouldn't it feel so good, to finally get clean, all the way clean?
To wash each others’ sins away, eyes bright and lucid? To really love right?
You’d feel warm, for once. Forever. You'd never be cold again.