Writer
RITUAL
April 2021
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I’d burn my tongue for you
I can’t confess it any other way
it’s all too far
and I’m in too deep
as always
falling apart and rebuilding myself
around you
you’re another ritual
another way to set things straight
make things right
another perfect thing
you're perfect
and I’ll alter and align and adjust
every thought in my mind
to prove it
you’re another ritual
and I’m in too deep
because I’d have burned everything down
for you
I can’t confess it any other way
and you’re just so far
so I’ll say it again and again
you’re another perfect thing
you were perfect
and with you, so was I
so I’d burn that image of you
deep in my mind
to prove it
to keep us that way
you’re another ritual, my love
and I’m rehearsing
realtering and realigning and readjusting
to prove that you’re not just
a figment of my imagination
or anyone else's
after all, I’d melt myself down for you
sink myself deep into your skin
I can’t confess it any other way
not when you’re so far
but you’re perfect
we were perfect
and I’m in too deep
as always
I hope you’d accept me
turning you into another ritual
because you’re a perfect thing
for me to rebuild myself around
after falling apart
and because it keeps us both alive
so I’ll see you soon enough, my love
and I’ll keep us suspended
in the time before
you had to say goodbye