Prisoner of War

She's locked inside this cage;
maybe she just doesn't know
I already knew how to pick em
right.

I will run time along trust,
until it clicks thrice,
and opens up your connection
between heart and mind.

I'm patient-
stitched myself up
in cardiac intensive care,
I can take it.
I can wait,

because you're worth eternity,
which, if multiplied
by time being equal to money,
is too much to count-
too much to pass up.

I know how it hurts.
I know how to drown
in the floods of nostalgia,
in the sensation of rain
trickling down my face.

Coming in soaking wet,
stripped down to my genes.
Pruned fingers and blank faces,
dripping through the seams
of my denim.

I had nights without sleep.
Nightmares.
Regrets.
Desires to repeat.
Regrets.

But now I see
how beautiful it is
to read to a new moon.

Time heals wounds,
and I got nothing but dates
with your name on them.
For as long as it takes.

We can watch the stars,
before chasing them.

You're all I want,
and I will spend
a lifetime sentence,
just to break
inside your gates.

Time,
to escape.
Take as much as you need.
One day I'll teach you how to fly
away,
with me.