stop sending winds for my tower of cards
for my childhood kingdom with no guards
big bad wolf blowing down my straw house
cruel stray cat playing with a dying mouse
you planted seeds of sorrow inside my heart
left me screaming your name ’til it became art
scratching the memory of you off of my skin
until every god confirmed our love was a sin
stop sending storms for my paper boats
for explorers made of old diary’s notes
a gardener who can’t tell a flower from weed
you carved out my laugh and left me to bleed
stop sending winters for my birds of passage
you were never aware of your frost’s damage
the tears on my eyelashes formed great lakes
and turned into a constellation of snowflakes
you planted seeds of sorrow inside my heart
left me screaming your name ’til it became art
scratching the memory of you off of my skin
until every god confirmed our love was a sin
stop sending birds for my breadcrumb trails
which lead me away from this bad fairytale
but i’d rather be with you again, of course
because a nightmare is still a dream of sorts
you planted seeds of sorrow inside my heart
left me screaming your name ’til it became art
scratching the memory of you off of my skin
until every god confirmed our love was a sin