I Think I'm Getting Lonely

And I've been piecing your face out of other men's features
And sighing your name into the emotionless air
And to an unresponsive God
Somewhere near the clouds you brought me to
The nights I spent defiling my virtue in your dirty bed
With limbs that entangled in your sheets
And clung too tightly, you groaned against my neck
As you extricated yourself piece by piece from my love
And shattered bit by bit my broken, gilded heart
But the stars were so bright those nights
And I could feel something close to love in the thickening air around us
I'm making you stronger, you whispered
Molding my skin with piano fingers and calloused palms and ink-stained nails
That spoke of distant lands where we could scar trees for our love
And guide stars in our favor
And say things like I need you and have them reciprocated
And not just in sweaty skin and peeled layers
And not just in false pretenses and broken promises
And not just in your skin scraping against mine
And I've been hoping that you'll come by once more, my love
To tear my wings and bloody my flesh and wound my heart
And I've been hoping that you'll come by once more, my love
To say I'm yours to keep