A limp hand reaches into the void
That wraps around a crumpled form...
I ground myself in
a bed of Queen Anne’s Lace. Breathe...
Spoken in barely a whisper
The walls began to crumble...
For the longest time people said my eyes were...
That is until I met you and you brought the color...
I kept waiting for you to change,
to see the cracks and mend them...
I thought I’d forget you.
I thought time would wash you away...
No revenge.
You never loved me right...
you ask why I won’t see you.
why I won’t meet up...
I used to think I wasn’t worth saving,
A shipwreck soul in a storm of shame...
I stare into the silence
While I contemplate what I've feared...
I don’t have a drinking problem.
I have a thinking problem...
Dishes thrown across the kitchen’s floor
Tiptoeing across the shards of glass cuts my skin...