9I kissed you and you kissed me
Right beneath the sycamore tree
Our hands molded together for all to see
Because there wasn't anything left to hide
You touched me again later that day
Both of us not quite knowing what to say
We were so high, we couldn't smell the decay
That the harbor was reeking of from the rolling tide
When we came back to the world
Holding hands, just two naive girls
Your fingers weaving through my golden curls
And my fingers running across the crook in your back
We didn't listen to all the mean things they would claim
That we were just kidding, just sick or insane
You were so good at closing your ears, but those words managed to reach my brain
I began to figure that, even though it was good, there was something we seemed to lack
Your lips brushed mine for what felt like the last time
And, though the things you said were free-verse, they sounded like rhyme
You told me that what we were doing wasn't a crime
So we eased ourselves into the white bed for the first time as one
They could hear us through the wall
But we didn't care at all
We knew, in our hearts, that there would be a fall
But at that moment, all I could feel was the sun
They talked about rumors, and they talked of our sex
They talked of who might even be next
Your teeth barely grazed the end of my neck
When you whispered about different worlds and open arms
It was nearly a month, when I heard the word first
It seemed so absurd, but it made me feel cursed
You told me that from here, it could only get worse
And you told me that you could take me away from all harm
They called me a lesbo, they called me a whore
They called me some things I had never heard before
But all the way through, I could always be sure
That you would tell me what those things meant
One day you were strong, one day you were pretty
One day you would act like you owned the whole city
One day there would be meanness, and the next day, pity
But I could tell that this day you were spent
The next day you were pale, the next day you were sad
Next you pretended to be happy, and the next day you were mad
I asked you where that bruise came from; you said it wasn't anything bad
But I could smell our own decay by now
Today, you just ignored me like you ignored their words
I watched you walk all the way home, as you watched the flying birds
You emailed me to tell me that our visions of love were blurred
And told me to get over you somehow
I found that the things I said didn't include a 'we'
And I caught myself wandering towards that damned sycamore tree
Wondering who this hurt more, you or me?
And I figured that we both were marred equally
The next week, I came to your house and I knocked on your door
I found you there, sobbing, alone on the floor
You told me that you couldn't take this anymore
And I told you I couldn't make this by myself
One day, I found you lying still in that once white bed
I screamed and I slapped you, but the blood just seemed to spread
I searched for the phone, but found a torn paper shred
Saying, 'I love you more than life itself'
You touched me, I touched you, we both kissed in a state of hypnosis
Some called it love, but I called it the purest symbiosis
They claimed it suicide, but I thought of another diagnosis
You died of a broken heart
Now, the sycamore tree has long since been cut down
And my lips are etched in an un-kissable frown
For once, no more words are echoing throughout town
And I'll soon hold your hand where we will never again be apart
'My only, my whole
The life that they stole
My delicate little dove
My lesbian love'