Eden; Broken Things.

Remember that day I told you

I have a love for broken things

I said that’s why I love the moon

Who can eat up the sky each night

And still dissolve into it.

It speaks volumes to me

So I’ll take that apple from the mouth of the snake

Again and again

Never once pausing to question its intentions

Because he said it would make him whole.

I wonder if you ever understood the reasons

Why we are all searching for completion

Because you had already found yours

Taken from your ribs while you were sleeping

Some people are just made that way.

You said that in that garden nothing

Could ever go wrong

Then I entered into it

And I wanted you to see the beauty in working with your hands

But I wonder if you ever understood

The ways you have to hold the earth in your hands

Before it will fold to your will.

Remember that supernovae

Shining bright as the moon

The night you held my waist in your hands

And I buckled, feeling in your touch

All the things you wanted to say

And I was made able to give.

You said you admired the stars

Because they were constant

But even then, that star was already dying

And we were banished

Like Montague out of Verona

Into the land of waiting.

And what now do you make of the stars

As you turn your face from the earth

And I kneel in dust and ash

Water up to my chest

Heart up to my neck

And I swore to you I would make you whole.