Bones

*originally written as a song, I felt it found a better home as a poem*

How do I do the things I do?
Wish I could learn to think things through.
I get my eyes focused on you.
Then I can’t think straight.

You strip the pride right from my skin.
Inch to the inch ‘til bone gives in.
Then the curiosity within.
Begs you to go deeper.

Hate you when I become this thing.
A monster greedy from the sting.
Love you when I should start to leave.
and work my way in closer.

Burn pages from this book we claim.
And when the ashes start to rain.
Our words will always seize the day.
No one can ever take them