The Best Shitty Day Of My Life

.....ohhh, gracious huntress ...at the thought of even merely being snared by you, i am slain ...the heart is the night pulled taut as canvas ...the day illuminates the grey brewing high above the bonfire that burns because i am with you in the way that children join hands ...when beds are made soft with words ...this daylight is the soup of stars in a sleepy head, caught by the world for every imperfection in the nets your eyelashes brush away from me ...on the best shitty day of my life, i was dread destined to be slain by a woman like you

and i prefered
your hair to the time
your scouts more than your wise men
the way you think to the way you repent
your talk to the sunshine
these pictures i mime from dreams of your hands in the grass
and i prefer you when you're your's and never mine
and the way that we say things when we feel like ourselves
and, oh, what we say ...
yes, i prefered that day
and you
railroad tracks and someone to talk to
conversations too much like my pulse to remember their name
and vain boys who dont listen in their crucifictions of grief
the lost girls they could follow if they'd forget how to prey
and the sounds of the works best left to the sea closer to home but too far away to look past what he knows like he wishes she would now that she can see like she wishes she would now that he can see like she wished he would before he could see
and i prefer the way we made this holiday
took it behind the walls where they can't see and didnt care if we were there, anywhere, or in-between
on the best shitty day of blessed life
with the best girl
to ever
touch my mind