Fawns to Flocks

I find you pressed between the pages of my life Petal thin but open carry open strike Notice things that I never thought I would The calluses between your palms The calluses of broken hearts and broken bones And in my ribcage I contain myself But through the gaps I'm peeking out From fawns to flocks on My broken wings He kneels before the kings of all of our Broken things The broken bones from all of his broken homes Our trophies are dusted in ash and snow I hear you curl up in the layers of my skin I try to hold you, scratch you out But you dig in Should God be tortured as the most human of souls He's brittle, dear, he'd fall apart. If God is brittle just like me we won't find home And in your ribcage you contain my heart Through the gaps it falls apart From fawns to flocks on My broken wings He kneels before the kings of all of our Broken things The broken bones from all of his broken homes Our trophies are dusted in ash and snow From fawns to flocks on My broken wings He kneels before the kings of all of our Broken things The broken bones from all of his broken homes Our trophies are dusted in ash and snow Our trophies are dusted in ash and snow In your ribcage you contain my heart Through the gaps we fall apart