What you do

Unintentionally picked apart

piece by piece until I lay here

scattered on a hardwood floor

You should know I was lost at first

I didn't know where to look

how was this all ever going to fit?

Now bit by bit, baby

with your changing of my view

I'm changing all of me

This desire, this need, this fire,

is something you've set alight

and I thank you, for new definitions

The irony in writing this

is knowing how you tie my tongue

and I can't form a sentence

how you speak about my eyes

when you changed how they see

In all honesty, I'm not scared, love

your heart is open and inviting

there's nothing I want more than to call it home