Find the thing you love the most
Could it be the touch of a hand
Or a memory from an old page
Or your name drawn on sand
Could it be your mother's voice
From a time you can't quite remember
Her kiss on your sweaty forehead
After a game, one cold December
Or is it the first time you held hands
With someone who's still unknown
And the gentle brush of his fingers
Across your invisible frown
Or could it be the last time when
You saw his dark face in the light
A kiss that destroyed all kisses
As he disappeared that night
Now take that thing you love the most
And step on it, without a care
And watch it destroy you piece by piece
Go on, do it, I dare.
