I talk to you-
about how the moon turns...
The last time I saw Beirut,
a full moon was curbing its rooftops...
A door left open
Might only be an invite...
Body slams against a wall
soaked with tears of a woman...
I have given up so much time.
removing pieces of me...
The sound of church bells
cheered from the belfry...
Sorry;
for you and for me...
Lately,
Lately I feel stuck...
When I hear the sirens,
I pray they're for me...
Let me breathe
Let me breathe in these blades...
The sadness holds me helpless as the sand-
Awaits for waves to drown it's grains with salt...
My heart is empty; my soul is divided.
I am but a hollow shell of my former selves...