It's Zenobia

Swim hard against the current if it suits you, if it moves you, if it's gonna make you who you know you're supposed to be do it for you Don't ever feel the need to have to ever swim for me You just carry your own weight the way You know it's gonna make you great, either way; I will make it to the shore, or be there for you among the waves.

We made love Not to remember A sense of ourselves But to forget To let The past pass between us Like the sighs Which switched From light To heavy Like our hearts Let "before" slip over us Like our hands Swift over skin slick With the bliss Of memories Melting From us In buckets Sucking dry Our bones As we owned each other One last time We made love To the end Of us A toast Heads thrown back Lips tipped Then touching In place of glass We had that Moment Over and over Where we shattered Traced Tears Down Eyes Graced Cheers Down Thighs Open only for the sake Of compromise Let's do this One Last Time Let's make the most Of those Goodbyes We must have been mistaken We were making Motions For the exits Endings This and nothing more Clothes gathered Grasping Asking Acting Out the wanting On this floor Knees Bruised Begging Past the wetting Reaching weakly For the door And we saw lights Like lightning Bright and breaking across eyes We made our bed And laid among our lies Te...