Many times I have wanted to be lost,
knowing that your love would return me to myself,
like walking home in the rain and wanting cold
to feel more warmth upon return.
And I have let the promise of your kisses keep me anchored,
like a ship that has traveled so far,
empty of cargo and mutinied
by falseness and pain.
In this unquelled storm you beckon to me,
like the full moon pooling a marble path back to safety.
And I will follow this back,
past all the false stars that fall for a single night,
past all the lies that bloom in gardens
seeded by dead hearts,
bearing only bitter fruit
that I have had my fill of.