My new song Dear Ex Lover,

I promise I'll stop chasing your memory in my dreams.
I'll stop bringing your

name up over cups of coffee, muffins, and loneliness.
I will marry a man
and I will lay my heart on his chest like red roses on Mahogany caskets
and
I'll have his daughter and she'll have eyes reminding me that God still believes
in second chances.

And if she ever decided to love a woman, I will rub bravery down her spine.
I will be reminded of all the times that we loved, like there were expiration dates tattooed on our inner thighs.
If she ever comes home with eyelids like cracking Levis and bruised kneecaps and a heart filled with question marks
I will hold her like my mother never held me.

I will clasp her face in my palms like the new testament on judgement day.
I'll tell her that love is the pa**ion that allows you to do the right thing,
and that no woman can play coaster to a half empty heart.
And if she ever feels as if she is alone,
as if she is a hand-me-down pulled out of the depths of mummy's closet.

I'll remember your name and I'll mumble it under my breath and if she asks me what I said;
I'll tell her I know what it's like to drag a woman out of a cold war
and then being too worn to clean up the battlefield that it has made of you.
I'll tell her that your heartbeat sounded like gun shells tripping over battered cement.