My heart Is a glass ball Delicate Awaiting somebody Who will cradle it gently
Whiteboards are erasable. Write down a message Swipe it away with a sleeve Scribble down another message. Swipe it away again.
There are words that I was mistaken to say. There was one time when we were strangers,
Something is dying, Quivering on the edge Of my soul. It is shaking Swaying in the lightest breeze
flirting with death ring the bell and run she knows it was you but she lets you go you are waiting to die.
i am unsure where you are in this night. it is cold it is dark
I’ll tell you to hold on tight, and we can be alone together in this nothingness. I’ll tell you to tell me a story, and we can laugh and cry together
Maybe I resent it because I know that since it meant so much it hurts so much more. And maybe I resent the fact
It is the emptiness, the nothingness, the in-between. Is it broken? Is it maimed?
The wind– A finicky rush That has to be somewhere else All the time. The faint echoes of summer
The clouds in the distance Sit, patient Oblivious to my need For rain They promise the rain
I stand at the door What am I waiting for? A whisper or a breath To tell me to carry on? Carry on, carry on.
I do not know All of the answers. I forget sometimes And I’m not always right. Don’t listen to me,
And we were always running never to but always from and always running... And we were always hurting never for but always from
As you walk away, Without looking back, I stand here, heart in my hands. I wish you had stayed Or that I’d done something differ…