if i sold everything i have

i still wouldn’t deserve you-

it may not be true

but it is true to me

and i don’t deserve you-

but i’ll prove it;

the late nights let the past creep in

when the doors are locked and bolted shut

trespassing over my private property

and it’ll run a muck, yet,

everyday putting i will put in the work

from nine to five staying late working overtime

to prove that these demons don’t define me

and i will wonder:

i have brought myself from the darkest corner of hell,

i should have stayed and held that rope tighter

but i am here, fighting, so

does she deserve me-

and i see her working just as hard;

stomping her own demons

and i know we can survive anything

i can’t stay away if i wanted to

your hands melt my skin

leaves handprints behind like wet cement

i could never wash you away

like hunger i crave you

your lips against my skin

sends my nerves in to all hands on deck emergency

it is a power outage inside

body unlocks like an orange being peeled

and your love is the knife