Burton love poem

Gift wrap my sins for me

Leave them on the dresser before you go

I’d like something to remember you by

Aside from the scent you left on my pillows

I always find you

Damaged always wants damaged

Scars always find scars

And the broken always find beauty in the broken

Maybe I thought we’d fill in each others blanks

Maybe chaos crashing into chaos sounds like love when it echoes 

 

Maybe when it’s all over

You remember me different 

Edit out all the screaming

Maybe you exaggerate my kindness

Make up a few moments that never happened 

And ignore my bladed smile

 

Consistent is redundant depending on whether or not you’re bored yet 

And those like us see the beauty in the striking of match heads

As the flames swallow everything whole

 

Sometimes run through the house

Breaking the china  and drawing faces on the art

Just to break the silence

 

Sometimes we earthquake 

Just to remember what shaking feels like

We wonder if it is odd we find this beautiful

The symphony of you’re crying 

The warmth of my jealousy 

We’ve made a home here

In the rubble.

 

Those who pry us apart 

Are unprepared for their journey

Don’t understand the pretty in our war games

Think they’re ready

For your falling timber

But no one plays wreckage like us

No one enjoys the scars like us

Staring at them like honeymoon pictures

So here 

Look through my phone

Catch me staring

No one makes banchi screams as melodic as yours

Burn the house down 

Hate me as I play alpha male

Break vases as I conquistador 

Shake apart everything

Because I haven’t felt chaos in weeks

And  I miss the warmth

The assurance that we still feel anything at all

 

 

So In the event of our pre marital divorce 

I give you half my sanity 

Drunken texts of regret

And an apartment behind my 4th rib

That you can use as a vacation home

Whenever you’re bored of the silence.