And on days where my bones
Will start to drip
Through your fingertips
Like salt running
Through your wounds
T R Y T O M O L D M E;
My leaking body,
Into a story where
I A M S O L I D;
And you were
Here

Even for the briefest 
Of moments

Where i could get to enjoy
A world where my hands
Did not leave burn marks
On your body