What I Did For Love

If Heaven Had A Phoneline

Nathan Dawe - We Ain't Here For Long (Unreleased)

Prada x Children- Wayne Redmond & Josh McCabe

OOPSY DAISY

I was already breaking,
Long ere thou lent thy wings.
I wore my silence as a warning,
Yet still thou stepp’dst into the sting.
Thou held’st the sky above me
When I did beg to disappear,
Thou wrapp’dst thy hands about my falling,
Knowing I might ne’er abide here.

I know not how to be thine “always”,
I scarce do know how to be “now”.
Yet in thine eyes I saw a promise
I cannot keep, nor dare allow.

So I shall leave thee with a scar
Thou shalt remember me by.
Not faery‑tale, nor gilded promise,
But proof that once I was alive.
When thou shalt doubt ‘twixt real and written,
When all thy worlds in mist demur —
Touch the place where it yet acheth,
And thou’lt know I once was there.

Thou call’st it saving — I call it breathing
For but one borrowed day the more.
I walk’d a little past the edge,
For thou didst stand within my door.
I’ll not pretend I now am healèd,
I still do shake, in twain and torn,
Yet thy voice became the shelter
Where my last decision’s born.

I cannot be the home thou seekest,
I am hallway, not a door.
Yet thou gav’st me back my heartbeat —
I know not what it serveth for.

So I shall leave thee with a scar
Thou shalt remember me by.
No faery‑tale, no sworn‑for ever,
But proof that once I was alive.
When thou shalt doubt ‘twixt flesh and fiction,
When parchment‑dreams feel all too safe —
Run thy fingers through the hurting,
Thou’lt recall my living face.

I thank thee for thy wings,
For every sky thou didst uphold.
Yet I am not thine ending,
Nor tale in gentle binding told.
I’ll walk away still broken,
Yet this time I choose the ground.
And if it rend thy hands wide open,
’Tis ‘cause thou caught’st me falling down.

I cannot stay… yet I remain
In the mark beneath thy skin.
Each time thou fall’st to fondest fiction,
Thou’lt remember where I’ve been.

I am the scar thou tracest in the dark
When thou dost question what is true.
Not happy‑ever‑after’s promise —
But the bruise I left in you.
When thy paper worlds call softly,
And thou’rt tempted to dissolve —
Feel the pain I carv’d by leaving —
That’s the proof thou canst revolve.

I was shatter’d, I was leaving,
Yet thou didst hold me for a while.
Take this fracture as my thank‑thee,
Take this wound in place of “mine”.
I cannot bide to be thy haven…
Yet if it hurts — then thou’rt alive.

What I Did For Love

Josh Pyper