On the First day

History laid to rest in her anatomy.
God told me this would happen
right up inside my head, he whispered
"you've got to be completely broken
before you can know where to mend."
And so I jumped right in
with few questions, barely mentioned
justifying you to the bitter end
that before I die I had finally decided to live.
Forgive me, but I leaped so quickly
part of me thinking softly
"but what if one day you don't love me?
what if one day you forget me?"
Cos see I knew the moment I met you
that I really would love you
not superficially like in the movies,
but eternally like in ancient mythology.
So what if it is an answer to prayers
uttered each cool night for ages,
some of them begging
some of them breathless...
Too good to be true
never crosses ones mind
never even seems possible, no
until that person crosses you.
And so I think of what God told me
and I think I know what he meant,
"you've got to be completely broken
before you can know where to mend."
Don't let chivalry fool
a horror disguised as greeting hand,
yet in the end I know two things
both of them part of the plan.
I know that I am a damn good woman
who you would be silly to forget,
I know that I must put myself first,
or get lost in someone's shadow to the end.