I'll never learn anything about you by skimming surfaces,
so I traced our steps to find what keeps tying you and I together,
following the years back to a spark and a wick becoming one
to light your home and cast out the phantoms that knew
you more than I ever could.

It wasn't wrong to want to be so close,
to want your heart to encase mine
when I've seen skin to stone from what we've known,
when I've eyes turn from bright gems
to colorless orbs of glass.

I'll keep folding and unfolding until your hands meet mine
to keep these seams from spilling,
maybe I was too fragile,
but don't ever say I forgot how to love.

I'll never learn about you by skimming statues,
so I traced our symbols to find what keeps us so tethered together,
following the keys time clenched in our shivering hands
to gifts and whispers I told you to hold onto if I ever leave this vessel,
that I may know you better as a phantom forever floating through your voice.

It wasn't wrong to want you so much,
to want your heart to absorb mine
when I've seen live wires turn to dead cords,
tendrils carrying blood from one canal to another.

I'll keep folding and unfolding until your face meets mine
to stop these seams from exploding,
maybe I was too fragile,
but don't ever say I forgot how to love.

You'll never learn about me by skimming remnants,
you'll have to trace the fires inside me to find
the bright explosions combusting together,
torching through all the phantoms that reach you
more than I ever knew how to.

It wasn't so wrong to want your heart to encase mine,
but no matter how fragile I was.

Don't ever say I forgot how to love.