it's only the first time i saw you
in the light mint rugged kaleidoscope of wind
that tends to uncover who you were before me
before you'd like me to know—
you say you've broken a tooth falling from your bicycle
and your brow cut in a fashion never out of style
you say you're fucked up because you've been left
by people you held in high regard
and i'm shamed into staying;
or the things i could tell you
my teeth rot for all mistakes i made
i've drunk too much coffee and they're gone
or how i've left people left and right
thinking i was the victim.
i wish i hadn't hurt anyone the way i did
and my pain feels like an adequate payback
i shot at the stars wishing they'd come down
but they never did until i met you:
i don't belong in this place of envy
the things i could tell you to make you feel better
about staying in this world—
one way or another i'm going home someday