the lovedrunk cowgirl

I set a fire with my hands tied

and no one was there to see it.

I bit off my own tongue

and no one believed it.

bury this sacrifice.

pray for something light.  

this the seed of everything

this is where wrongs turn right.

I watched you through boiling tears 

in my dream last night.

blood dripped from my hands

and I tried to be polite.

you stood in front of me shaking-

hair wet, dressed in white.

you’re too sacred to hold

and I’m too broken to fight.