I walked in the room
and there, naked she stood
with her weight shifted on one leg
we both understood
"mayday, mayday"
this plane can no longer fly
but her flawless body is pressed up against mine
god why?
why did you make her this way?
the way a Venus fly trap consumes it's prey
it smells so sweet to the poor little flies
so they pursue not knowing that she'll be their demise
she's the butane flame at the tip of my fingers
she's the same kind of pain that doesn't just scar but lingers
with hair just as black as her heart
she's a beautiful walking embodiment of art
she's the torment that lingers in the back of my brain
she's the coffee spill on my shirt
she's that grim little stain
she's everything there ever was or is to adore
she's the reason for the creation of the very word "amore"
she's the waves that wash away all the sand castles on shore
she's everything that I ever wanted and more
she's the closed sign on the door
of a 24 hour convenience store
she's the voice everyone can hear but only I can understand
she's that last cigarette in my trembling hand
she's the stinger of a bee you trusted to land on your arm
she's the promise from a razor that it'll do you no harm
she is my dreams
she is my alarm
she's the wine in my glass
she's my tasteless microwavable chicken parm

she's the bed where I sleep
she's the room where I shower
she's the one there with me through every waking hour
she's the smiles I fake
she's a poisonous flower
if there even is still a sweet she's the overpowering sour
she's the soles of my shoes
I pray will go up to god
as I step off the ledge
with a deep breath and a nod
and as I fell to the ground
in her sight I did cower
as I realized finally
that she was the tower