Like a curse you cannot escape,
Like shards of glass stuck to your neck in the right way,
Like a gift wrapped up tight to the paper cut,
Like a flutterwacken in hell,
Like a scream immersed in the pillow at 3:00 p.m on a Tuesday,
Like a dying rose in the church you believe in,
Like a goodbye you’ve said a million times.
I’ve craved you like a house on fire looking for rain, from a sky that forgot it could.