Leave the lights on so I can watch the day fade from your eyes. We hide under red blankets that whisper loudly of your presence when you’re gone. I remember waking up to mornings shining bright out of the mouth that leaned in to swallow me whole; into a place I was safe. Where your fingers played at the strings of my voice as though I was a guitar long out of tune. I wanted to sing for you, paint pictures of places like that tree that lost all it’s branches, but to me it looked like love. I hold out for things that are broken, I look for beauty in destruction. And I sit shaking under red blankets, hoping that if there is enough beauty in the ugly things of this world, you will be able to look at me, too, in all my nakedness, and see the love I want you to feel.