I am a terrible navigator, and when the seasons change
The landmarks become unrecognizable, and I am in a foreign place
I am a terrible lover, and when the seasons change
What was loved becomes unrecognizable, and I am in a foreign place

I have learned to write only in bold, to be heard, for so many years
Sometimes, not heard at all, still, but I write in bold, cursing, cursing in bold
To be heard, for my heart to be heard, I cursed in bold, I am a terrible lover

My arms make strokes, led by my hand, and words crack like a whip
And I make my words hurt my antagonist, my so called partner in this
Crime of passion, this lie of love, this tragic combination that produces
Such pain, such angry words, cracking
My arms swing the whip up and down, with a shattering crack

I am a ruined lover, after bone chilling evenings of bitter confrontations
I am almost destroyed, I am hardly recognizable, barely me at all
But you recognize me, you are witness to my season's change
With you, I lay the whip down, and pick up pen, instead

I am an unsure, participant in your life, my image of love, almost
Unrecognizable, and then I see you, and I begin to remember
I lay down my whip and pick up a blanket, to wrap myself tight
To be your arms, so far away, so I can try to remember being held
I am a terrible navigator, on my way to see you
I am already lost, but you recognize me