They Thought I Held The Heavens

They told me you were a hurricane.

They pulled me away and put their palms over my eyes.

They drowned me in black and insisted I was much too pure, much too small, to brave a storm.

But they didn't realize the rain cascading against the windows was really just my tears.

And we are really just sandstorms,

Grating away at our own hearts, and, as much as we like to protest, we destroy ourselves. 

They told me you were an earthquake.

And they left me under the table.

They claimed that your tremors would surely bring me to my knees,

And an angel should never be confined to the ground.

You shook walls to the ground and then broke the earth itself.

The burning hot center of the planet was revealed but they turned away.

They closed their eyes and covered their ears.

And I realized, not everyone can face the truth.

They told me you were a tsunami,

As they wrapped me in lace and petals.

They filled my mouth and ears and eyes with satin and held me close to their hearts.

Their pleads filled my ears and all they really wanted was a savior.

They believed I could save them,

Return the favor and cover them in gold.

Seal them in silver and pearls.

They told me your love was like a volcano and it would burn me up if I got too close.

And I swear I only closed my eyes for a second,

I just wanted to see something other than all the white, pure things in this world.

But when my eyelashes parted I was in a coffin, surrounded by white lilies.

They whispered down to me that I would be safer this way,

And they can't risk the only angel they'll ever get.

They told me your love was not for me.

But we are really just sandstorms,

And our only danger is to ourselves.