and that's when i realized,

you will not come home to me, you never could.

i am not soft or flexible, i am all sharp teeth and rough tongue.
i am more carnage than compassion.
my jaw clenches to show i could be nothing but cruel, never will be kind.

and who wants to call a wild beast theirs?
the fairytales never end that way.

Each night I ponder
on moonlit beams holding my hand
Each night I wonder
on sun rays dancing on dusty beams
And when
the wind shatters my porcelain lips, or
the stones callous my deviate feet
I feel comfort
I feel peace

Callous hands grasp my heart
I am intertwined in your misery to love
The deep slumber from heaven calls you
But I don't want you to let go
Promise me you will remember me
When I am long under the soles of feet pressing the dirt unto my casket
And even when I'm gone you will hold my hand
Callous hands, now tinged with fear