My broken heart Throbs dysfunctionally. It beats to a cracked rhythm Between dead, dead, dead And life, life, life.
That red ribbon is so wrinkled. Rouge like blood Or rushing anger Or a blaring stop sign. It’s crumpled:
My mother is the darkness inside m… She planted the seed That grew into brambles, And now, I can’t be loud Because she makes me so
Dancing inside makes me sing. Music turns winter into spring. Dancing inside lights up my world. Lyrics give me wings like birds. Dancing inside all the time.
The tissues know something. Even the mirror knows. My music knows it And especially my pillow. My books can see it
While I’m alone, He’s with her. While I’m crying, He’s kissing And rolling
The blur of lighted cars Flying in a flurry down The highway at night Soothes me in the Most unorthodox way.
It’s so quiet. I feel soft. The winter hurts, So I burrow inside, But I forget how to
You don’t ask me to speak. You never expect my opinion. I was your second child In a runaway marriage. I suppose I loved you once,
Never give up on love, Though I’ve died a thousand times Just waiting. And I’ve hoped in the rain. So many times
When you taste your own sweet tear… Know I’ll be there. When the night becomes a friend, Know
I’ve been waiting For years And days And all the seconds For a warm body.
Love is the sickness. Love is the cure.
God, thank you For darkness, And fear, And death. Thank you
Sam said, “Get over it.” As if I could Just climb a tree. Sam said,
