One name
A few letters on a screen
Is it that thought of you
That calls the rosy monsters
Inside my lungs to emerge
Wrapping their claws around
My fragile ribcage
Squeezing ever so slightly
A sore spot in my chest
Not far from the beating heart
Yes, it's still there,
But so quietly
The bittersweet taste in my mouth
A crescendo of pointless regret
Pour me a glass of sour milk
Maiden Will, your sister so,
Sing a lullaby to the herons in the sky
For only I can read the language on her lips
No, aching will find another way
Through all of my veins
Runs the blood of her words
But despite the wounds inside me
I'm happy that you're trying
