What's Hidden Between Our Strands

If it ever gets to the scene where I rest my restless head upon your lap,
And the tingle of your cold fingertips stumbles across the valleys hidden between the white strands of this hair,
 remember that those cracks are god’s best piece of creation. 

You see, it all happened as an accident.
One day, when you were not there to protect me from his wrath,
god sent his clumsiest angels to nail those eyelids to the skull behind
and then toss me into one random night. 

You see, it all happened as an accident, but god does not make accidents, and those cracks are his best piece of creation.
Those cracks are the windows that I opened to let the smell of the smoke that broke our promises out.
Those cracks are the windows that let the light into the torture dungeons in my head in which I kept myself locked.
Those cracks, god’s best piece of creation, were the holes that let all the words that I never wanted inside form poems in my head and escape,
all the rotten thoughts that you and I never wanted in form songs in my head and escape. 

If we ever come to a time where the tingle on your cold fingertips stumbles across the canyons hidden between what’s left of the white strands of this hair,

Remember that those cracks were not mistakes,

But god made them seem to be.

But if we don’t,
if your stitched eyelids do not meet my stitched ones.
And you come to a scene where the tingling on your cold fingertips gets lost between the strands of a head that has no cracks,
and his chapped kisses implant nothing but weeds on the cracks on your head,
If the smoke of his cigarettes slips through the cracks and layers on the insides of your head,
if the voices outside your head turned the cracks into gateways for them to reside inside,

if the noises of the large cities you loathed replaced themselves with sound of the streams that you lullabied yourself to sleep with,
And you could not sleep because the stitches on your eyelids fell down and your pupils broke open again,
remember that those cracks could have come to a scene where they are god’s best piece of creation.
remember…
that what seems like an indulgent is not an accident nor a mistake,
But god made it seem to be.