sticking it out
she's painting rainforests on your face, coral reefs alive with fish in your eyes. she's painting dreams down your arms, crystal castles and wide blue skies. everything she sees in you taking shape on your skin, all the colours and brightness of the world coming out through the heart you've given her to hold. your girl, she's so bold, taking everything in wide, graceful strides. she'll meet you at the border and with a palm frond in her hand say, "looking you in your burdened eyes i feel bombed, dismantled, a mess of debris. what do you see, tell me, what do you see?" she'll snub out that dirty cigarette in your hand, rest her palm against your cheek and trace your silhouette against the sky in india ink just to see the shape of you more clearly. fill in the blanks for her now, leave your gas tank empty long enough to show her you're sticking it out this time around.