Your being was extraordinary evanescence

Your soul outlined in a seafoam blue

Thought you hated your fingernails like dull crescents

That always carved into the flesh of you

Your hair is golden and dark thread

Your eyes are the almonds from which trees grow anew

It is a wonder why you yearn to be dead

And you act like you don't have a clue

When I sit at this sink and carve my arm

And I let you know because you hold my trust

Even titanium hearts can go through harm

Because their doors begin to rust