came buzzing by on my window this morning
he brought me a couple of wings
and asked if I wanted one,
I said, "I don't think I need them anymore.
I've already had more than enough here though
they seem to be a bit jagged by the edges"
"my love, untie that cold knot of yours and come fly with me"
but I told him
I'd rather stay for
I tend to keep raining myself down
in all the wrong places
I'm not yet done mapping out my ruins
from these stung wings
that might get lost