You see me as the man Who wields tears upon the ends of forks, I can consume. I do not wish this To be a firefight, between two sets of eyes, Two sources for cries, Two places to burn, two places to scorn Ourselves to the faces of the moon. I want to love All I hadn't loved, that existed elsewhere Beyond the range of my pain. I flung soil upon your flesh To bury you beneath something You were not ready for. What death can replace a beating heart? What life can replace a stolen heart? I want to love what I ignored, All I neglected Of two stones, as two eyes, Two marbles as two lies I crafted from my bleeding palms. They were squeezed of remaining dew droplets Brought from a morning's wings, Being now wrung in infinite sting. I will love all I could not love, Of you, to not sink In your loneliness. My dear, It was only the pain ever talking.