Love Is a Double Edged Sword

In your car, the heat enveloped me like a cloak that afforded no protection And you told me, Instead of asking Why I haven't called in six years. And I'll hold my tongue. Because these french fries are delicious And your best friend is three hours from the altar And I'll be damned (Literally. Damned.) To ruin and dishonor, If your personal revolution is going to take its precedent And make her get mascara on her pretty white dress. I'm not that cruel, sweetheart And you knew that I wasn't Or we wouldn't be standing here. The truth is out there, and it's wearing the clothes that you put on its back. And it's inside of you, too, like an ache in your bones and a specter that chills your dark ocean of sleep. Or a knot in your throat when you get Voicemail. ...Again. Today, there will be rituals And tomorrow, I've got a plane to catch While you go back to sitting on the razor's edge During your long drive up the coast.