Oh I don't know what to do. I was on Facebook tonight, I saw a picture of you. But you were wearing the very same pin, I've been wearing since our last night when you smashed my face in. It was a red kite flying high above the left of your chest, It's more than my favourite bird and I wonder if you knew what it meant. I still dream of you almost every night; your sweet body's above me again And your whale eyes are burning black and bright. I feel the weight of you, your fingers around my throat, I've had a rash on my face where you spat there And for three months now, it just won't go. I don't really care about all that, Though my friends tell me that I should, What got me the worst though, is that, darling, I really thought you were good... I saw two red kites, Flying high above a burning Berlin sky, They're so much more than my favourite bird And I wonder if you ever knew what you meant.