Album: How To Start A Fire

Insincerity As An Artform

it’s been a long time
since I felt the rain upon my head
a moment in separation
the foreground don’t seem so bright
these angels in my head
are in between the shadow and the light
were my arms too short
to ransom you from broken skin
and black and blue
unstitch your eyes
so you could read this forever
dead and broken
and I’m backwards turned to love
my heart in a box - I’d send to you
for a sky held up by stars
it’s been a long time
since I felt the rain upon my head
your varying degrees of grayness
tugging the deepest of heartstrings