I don’t care for the thought

of disappointing you

or letting you down


I can’t handle the idea

of you looking at me

with anything other

than rose colored glasses, sweet like molasses


I couldn’t be happy

with much less

than me being the one

that’s made you happier than you’ve even been

now, then, and again


I am not perfect at all

I’ve been flawless and I’m raw

Like Lucifer before his fall

Jet black foggy angelwings


all chipped teeth on this saw


But I am yours, kneeling down

and I will drown for you

and bleed for you


Carry you if I can….