‘Damaged but Adorable’

“The choice (Catherine) made to comfort me in that moment, it was unexpected, it wasn’t part of, it wasn’t scripted, and it happened. And I think when we were putting the scene together, it did so much for that scene, because it became something that was not just an emotional moment between two people who were falling in love, but it also became a really beautiful representation of how parents should always support their children” — Dan Levy.

• i’d suffer hell if you’d tell me what you’d do to me tonight
• heat of her breath in my mouth; im alive
• i’d be the choiceless hope in grief that drove him underground
• idealism sits in prison, chivalry fell on his sword
• and when the earth is trembling on some new beginning with the same sweet shock of when adam first came
• every version of me dead and buried in the yard outside
• the stench of the sea and the absence of green are the death of all things that are seen and unseen
• if I was born as a blackthorn tree i’d wanna be felled by you, held by you, fuel the pyre of your enemies
• some like to imagine the dark caress of someone else, I guess any thrill will do
• before the wave hits, marveling at god; before he feels alone one final time and marries the sea
• betray the moon as acolyte on first and fierce affirming sight
• i have never known peace like the damp grass that yields to me, I have never known hunger like these insects that feast on me
• screaming the name of a foreigner’s god; the purest expression of grief
• sweet and right and merciful, i’m all but washed in the tide of her breathing
• but you don’t know the hell you put me through; to have someone kiss the skin that crawls from you
• so i try to talk refined for fear that you find out how i’m imagining you
• my head was war, my skin was soaked, I called your name ‘til the fever broke
• be still, my indelible friend, you are unbreaking
• remember me, love, when i’m reborn as a shrike to your sharp and glorious thorn

• my peace has always been dependent, on all the ashes in my wake
• I’m somewhere outside my life, babe, I keep scratching but somehow I can’t get in
• And the nights were as dark as my baby, And half as beautiful too