I wonder if you knew that you’ll have to leave me.
That you are a child playing with matches
and I have a paper body.
You will meet a girl with a softer voice
and stronger arms
and she will not have violent secrets
or an affection for blades or
eyes that never stay dry.
You will fall into her bed and
I’ll go back to spending friday nights
with boys who never learn
my last name.
But you still have
all of my heart
But you still have
all of my heart