Member Rara Avis
I envy you, what's left of you, past.
I'm glad it didn't last,
Those chewed up feelings rehashed.
Stashed and lashed, I finally crashed.
I like you, what's left of you, love.
Don't remind me of what's just above:
The insistent weight of more loss
Waiting to crush, use things up; glossed dross.
I hate you, what's left of you, pain.
Just another old spread-out stain
On sheets that burn like flame --
Oh, the day you called out my name.
I miss you, what's left of you, hurt.
You were always my favorite flirt.
You gave me sex in every glance.
Tore me apart to watch my bones dance.
I love you, what's left of you, me.
I don't know what it means to be free.
But I'm no longer taking my songs for granted;
I'll let them live with their grace, enchanted.