for my artemis
I used to write to prove that I love
As if pen stroke patience could give you an x ray that showed you all my clockworks
To prove to you that I just wasn’t some teenager
afraid that he was going to be alone for the rest of his silly life
Because friends had turned into broken bones
And notes had become self inflicted wounds
And everyone would look at me like
What is a freak like you doing trying to talk to me
And if I could just get you in between the blue lines of paper
I could hold something real close
And not have to feel
Like I didn’t want to be me
Sometimes I just wish there was costume to put on to make ourselves real when you feel like a husk that could just blow away in the wind.
I used to write to prove that I love
Then, I found love
Love that I can watch dream
And not feel in a hurry
That I am going to disappear when she wakes up
And the wind won’t blow me away
But through
And our feet
could turn the wind
Into a melody
Instead of the other way around.
As if pen stroke patience could give you an x ray that showed you all my clockworks
To prove to you that I just wasn’t some teenager
afraid that he was going to be alone for the rest of his silly life
Because friends had turned into broken bones
And notes had become self inflicted wounds
And everyone would look at me like
What is a freak like you doing trying to talk to me
And if I could just get you in between the blue lines of paper
I could hold something real close
And not have to feel
Like I didn’t want to be me
Sometimes I just wish there was costume to put on to make ourselves real when you feel like a husk that could just blow away in the wind.
I used to write to prove that I love
Then, I found love
Love that I can watch dream
And not feel in a hurry
That I am going to disappear when she wakes up
And the wind won’t blow me away
But through
And our feet
could turn the wind
Into a melody
Instead of the other way around.