i was not honest

when your scars are spider-webbing across my world
a warmth will overcome
that you will sluggishly claim is in my head
but i will wait for salvation
between your broken ribs
and between your heavenly thighs

i won't accept your dead end
because all i have left after you is my faith
and this pile of skin and bones
my 360 degree turn at 60 mph scarred the pavement
and nearly laid us both to rest
but i won't be your some kind of trauma

if you would help me to repair myself
it could be easily identified, a loose screw here or there
if it suits you better, take me as a dare
or a challenge you would never hesitate to face
i don't have to bring you down with me
but the devil isn't ugly and i can't be alone
we can't all win
but with every inhale and exhale i take around you
i can feel myself something new