On The Floor

I know you have always been scared,
I knew it the moment I saw you dancing alone.
If my feet weren't tied so tight I might,
I just might fall on my face over to you.

And would the taste of whiskey-soaked floorboards
change my mind about all of this?
I'd like to think that I am smarter than that,
but I am a sucker for teeth-kickin'.

Throw em the boots, I used to say.
Those days were laced with red-headed muses
and the kind of violence that rings the bell.
Maybe that's why I court the devilish ones.

Either way, I am still here on the floor.
And though I can barely look up, I can still see you
trembling in the sky like a diamond
dissolving in a deep, hazel lake.

One day, I hope I love you enough to hate you.