I am confident that

Time will fade the pain of love,

Dim

The blood it draws

Daily

From my side,

And I am assured that

Mine is all the blame.

I am certain that

Life will hurry past like cars,

Fill

Our peripheries

Daily

With harsh lights,

And I am not sure that

I will feel the pain.

I am convinced that

Lies will fill the chasm of my ribs

Warm

These blue, cold lips of mine

Daily

With fire to burn each sigh,

And I am altered by that

Every single day.