see the sadness
which is almost,
which is almost too much

i was born this way
never mellowed by the days

after all when it’s all said and done
we are one,
and it’s hard to cut in half
what is one

this selfish view and a lack of sight
but i’d be warm by the pyre
watching a relationship burn so bright

i have got the bit between my teeth
the sand between my toes
the gravel beneath my feet

remember,
when you found the thorn and not the rose