My Own Tangle of Thorns

Vanilla Baby

Oh my addicted heart,

She likes more than just drugs.

She likes the worst kind,

The ones with green eyes,

Charming smiles and rotten hearts,

Voices like honey and full of money -

People she can hurt herself over;

But how can I tell her that they fill a gap and not the void,

And that pain is something she can't avoid?

Oh my poor heart,

She tries so hard to love me,

But her voice is louder than my brain's

And that seems to get me in trouble nowadays.

My brain's is always such a bore, you see,

Telling me to run as far as I can, and I do,

But it's to the wrong people I flee.

But how can I tell her to run in the other direction

When she's so lost in her own world,

Full of princes, moonlight and affection?

Oh my longing heart,

There is so much that she wants.

She longs too much, I think,

As she gives herself to anyone she can,

I don't consider her to have much taste,

And I doubt God will appreciate her lack of chaste.

But how can I tell her that all those boys were a waste

When she's left parts of herself in every one,

Even the ones that left her completely undone?

Oh my bitter heart,

She is jealous of those girls,

The ones with the blonde curls and enamel pearls.

Wait... I can't tell... is it jealousy?

Sometimes she looks at them weirdly,

And feels shift inside of her, suddenly and sharply...

Yet with every beat, she beats herself up,

But how can I tell her not to do it,

When deep down I think that she deserves it?

Oh my healing heart,

With every chip she gets a bit stronger,

With every break she learns what she wants,

So that when it comes, she'll let me know.

She'll be firm like the fingers those boys used to strangle her,

She'll lose her breathe but will breathe deeply,

And she'll speak with the fire of a thousand sunrises,

So much so that my brain will have to agree

To my heart's most important plea.