So you can hear me

Through the vents in the ceiling

Playing god of my creations

Crafting all, all connotations

I've got a feeling

We're hurt more than we're healing

But I might possess that ancient patience

That transcends all, all connotations

And you're curled up naked crying all night

Sadness so beautiful right now

Said you're a burning ship sinking at dusk

I said, "That's what we had planned for us, right?"

Somewhere in the heart of the complication

There's a boy smuggling muses through his basement

Writing honest salutations

Meant in all, all connotations

And through my head you flow like poems across my irrational after-thoughts, undressed

I appreciate your symmetry, I have never felt fulfilment like this

I've written note after note considering all the less than perfect similes to capture mosaic always

I can't verbalize your gift to me, but I'm gonna give it back one day