I only keep myself so melancholy
To write you pretty poetry
That you like to read
With a cup of tea
In the late afternoon
I only keep myself so weak
With dirt caked nails
To gift you foreign jewels
Which you keep locked up
in a jewelry box
With the other things
I worked years
To give to you
I only keep myself so lovesick
So I can cuddle you when you're sad
Or handle you when you're mad
Without breaking apart
Into a million pieces
Because you're much crazier
Than you think you are
I only keep myself so restrained
So I can meet your every demand
And create your every whim
At the lift of a finger
Like a servant of love
So tender and fragile
I only keep myself so transparent
So that you know my true intentions
To love you unconditionally and hopelessly
Like a dove looking through glass
Viewing a raven in its reflection
I only stay with you
Because you're my only home
In a sea of lost lovers
I found you
And you turned me into one of your jewels
Locked in a jewelry box
Never to see the light of day
