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ode to your faults
Your fault line is what takes the city out, brick by brick
I’ll patch every crack with the paste of my devotion
The way you patched my scarred heart with your own bare hands
And as the ambulance sounds and you’re the killer
I’ll be your alibi, shred the evidence, cover your tracks
Not one bread crumb left, not one crack leaking
Your banter is the 50 year marriage anniversary, how?
The fire still burns that burning burgundy heat
A spark stings my arm like the soft kiss of lips
And as the alarm goes off and you’re the arsonist
I’ll blow out the smoke with my own tired lunges
I'll struggle for my very last breath, covered in the flames of your brain
Your driving is the tightrope that keeps my arms out and my head high
I watch every move and press my invisible pedal
Because somehow that will make you stop and not the tree we’re running into at full speed
And as the cops are called and you’re out cold in the driver's seat
Your car is a safety net that saves me from the death drop of the tightrope
When my foot moves too far to the right and i’m falling
Down
Down
Down
Your arms are the snake that wraps around my neck and stops my heart
But you’ll shock me until i come back to life
Like a doctor in the ER trying to save their very last patient
And as the machine flat lines and you killed me
I’ll still come back to you with the angels singing
The lullaby you sing when my mom makes me cry
Or when i'm overcome with the fear of nothing, nothing at all
Or when i try to catch a breath in the air that has none
You are the anchor that holds me down
Like a sailor who finds the treasure inside of me
You are the water that keeps me hydrated
Like a waterfall that showers the beauty of me
You are the one i take my last breath with
Like a destiny that we’ll find again in the afterlife
And as hades comes to drag you to hell
I'll cover my body with the red paint of sins just to be beside you
And if the angels come through to cleanse you
I'll drown myself in holy water just to be next to you
And as the cops come to the crash i'll tell them to save you first
From the fire we created in our hearts with the beating of your lips on mine
Because the fire that would burn in me without your touch would burn the city that your fault line broke down, brick by brick
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This poem was inspired by the thought of love that even if he was a bad person, I would still love him because to me, he will always be a good person in my heart.