The Jabberwock

having me memorize all of you like verse
under the impression you’d stay for better or worse
gently confiding your deepest secrets in me
outing all of yourself in our warm spree

only you could see through the red stained glass window
playfulness made them think it was all just for show
all the while, you were my place of worship
we sat by the pond watching the cardinals skip

when it was just us and the lights were out
our talks would change and go off route
into something a little more intimate
now i just wish i could just forget

you were the embodiment of perfection
a piece of my heart i’d learn to section
only seeing the good in you made me sting
in sanctifying you, cut off were my wings

i would’ve forever cherished your presence
we could’ve stayed and sat on our fence
painted your favorite color—
i chose red over any other

but the paint was chipping away
i knew that when i had to ask you to stay
a little longer as the paint faded out
while no one could know what this was about

you told me secrets that would scare away our friends
i realized there was only one way this ends
bound to a type of love so illicit
you covered up the red to hide from it

everywhere i looked, i saw red
everything reminded me of you in my head
and now we’re both off of the fence
but i still try to make it all make sense