I write sins, not tragedies

From church to court

I’ll take you to court
And make love to you
And if that’s your worst sentence
You should be glad.
Because I have seen the jurors.
Who flaked on a blessing.
Who were mistaken and became monsters.

And I am not afraid to beat one.
Fuck, even become one if I have to.
I’ll carefully put everybody to sleep,
say a prayer, make it all go away.
Make you feel like monsters were never even there.

Because I have seen the jurors.
Who flaked on a blessing.
Who were mistaken and became monsters.

But you have to dare.
But you have to decide to be present.
But you have to know I know your fears
And once you allow me to take them away…
It’ll be the best; friendship, companionship…
Every ship that is ever supposed to sail.

And if it wrecks…
We’ll remember how Titanic was glorious until it sank.
And we won’t blame the ice.
Or the fire.
Or the absence of lifeboats.
We won’t blame each other.
But we’ll be.
The first dance.
The last song.
The drunk text on a Friday night.
The not so lovely Monday morning.
The pros of undelivered words.

But you have to know I know your fears
And once you allow me to take them away…
It’ll be the best; friendship, companionship…
Every ship that is ever supposed to sail.

‘Cause the mailman decided not to ring the bell but he left a note.

And the note said “Come and get me”.

Put whatever meaning to it that you want.
And if you can’t handle it…
Abort.

Just know that before the jury take a seat and the judge rules in my favor…
I’m not easy.
But I’m the best hard.
And “guilty as charged” will never change that.

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