Leave handprints all across you,
My fingers scarlet with your love,
Drop by drop I fall,
But I'm just a ripple in your ocean,
The waves so strong, you became a tsunami,
But I was never even a storm,
It's all quiet now, but I have much to say,
I write all my curses down using the same paper I wrote you my love,
But I throw it all out, burn the paper, burn it all,
How do you burn memories away?
Get the pictures, get the poems, erase all trace.
What do I do with your ashes?
They're sitting in the urn, lying on my coffee table,
Its leg's still taped from the night you pushed me and I fell,
I'm just clumsy, I never learnt how to walk the right way.
Remember the night I held you while your tears escaped?
I'm sitting in the same spot, the floor's a little cold but I tore my blanket to shreds,
Search for firewood, burn it all, but I see us dancing in the flames,
Try to reach out and grab us, but there's just blinding hot pain,
I know this agony, we call it love.
Red-rimmed roses, the same shade as the knife in my skin,
Carve me away to your liking, I see no scars, just love marks,
Marked me for eternity, I can no longer recognise myself,
The mirror whispers of a version I've always dreamt of, the blood moon right overhead,
Walk by our pictures in frames and into the night,
In one of them, we looked so happy and you held me so tight,
Raking your nails all over my frame, drawing out your love from my veins,
So scarlet it was, maroon.
