So I'm back to where I started,
whispering through fingered wordscapes,
Hungry for my own way,
To make the truth feel real again.
because I was lost following all the rules I never believed in.
And it's not just that I Love how you Love me,
like all imperfect lovers I have no choice.
I long for that fire to consume me,
The words that end the need for war,
without having to decide which side I'm on.