fisher king's wasteland

i take our love for granted if i didn't love you if i wasn't committed to you committed to our private asylum i would have walked a long time ago and so would you so i take our love for granted on our good days when we're two giddy teenagers fighting over who loves who more fighting over who gets to hold our son, basking in delight on the days he picks me over you basking in small corners of old buildings in the rays of the sun reflecting off snow lined window frames reflecting off of slick skin bonded with ancient magic and taut with the ecstasy of two halves becoming whole and beginning to heal your gifts to me and mine to you and on our dark days when bruises and scratches cover our hearts and the floor is slick with spent lives lives spent in cold forests on dark moons where aliens convinced us that we were alone in the universe that our lives didn't matter and couldn't matter while they brutally tore into our cores seeking to destroy the ...