Burning hair and blood cannot prove love
And unions made lightly can sever just as easily
I am not reassured by solemn troths and oaths
But by unyielding proof and guarantees

We never think of pain in those wee hours
Of fucking and those trips to gaffawland
We never realize what we are giving away
Until we are left in shambles of remorse

I’ll never feel safe until I can hold a heart
Softly in my bloodied, soiled hands
Only then will I know it is shared with no one
And by then I’ll realize it is only my own.