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Things would be easier if there was a rhyme,

or some way to frame this with a stained-glass window.

I don’t choose how I keep falling for someone else

but I choose every minute to keep it from you.

Find me in loyal but I’ll never get to heaven,

you’ve scraped all the smooth sailing from my wake,

the waves crash under this boat till we’re soaked.

Find me in quiet but I’ll never get to heaven,

every day I choose this war and this bloodshed

instead of falling back into the sleep and simplicity I used to know.

Things would be easier if there was some way to win

but I’m on the path to demolition

I still hold a needle to my wrist every time you’re around,

waiting for a rush and a comfort so pure I’m afraid it will break all the barriers,

or some kind of burn in my blood when you’re leaving again,

when someone else’s lifeline lives behind your eyes.

Heartbreak or pure exhilaration…

I never know what will make me push in the tip.

Find me in truth but I’ll never get to heaven,

I keep choosing these blue eyes with sharp edges

that you hold close to mine too long.

Don’t worry

I wouldn’t want them to be gentle,

I need you to love the words you throw jagged

like the hellfire in our veins

like the holes we won’t be able to sew closed in each other’s chests.

Don’t ever apologize for feeling.

Find me in lonely but I’ll never get to heaven,

I keep choosing this heart.