And make a home for myself
in all that pain
Rearrange the furniture in your veins to make room for my old sofa
And stow my luggage
in your heart
The tag on my suitcase still has your name on it
From the last time I flew home
I want to rip off your bandages and revel in the beauty
of all those scars
Shine a light into your mouth
so they glow
As bright and beautiful
as the stars
After all, the blinking bulbs of this lonely, glittering city
Have nothing on the sky seen from your bedroom window
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