I would be better If I had wings. Burnt edges Will keep me soaring Through clouded skies. Trouble is just a word From such heights. What good is closeness If it's still a weathered chasm Empty, hungry and aching?
Revel in losses Wallow through wins Mouth full of blood Smile of sharpened blades My pulped weapon Sparks of tender resentment Let's walk across burning coals And bask in the light of victory
Slip beneath my armor, I am carved from clay. Do you know my cracks like you made me from your deep desires? Fingernails dirtied with my quiet secrets. Still wet, still forming, Mold me in your image. I am hollow.
I want to fall in love I want to fall in love again I want to fall in love with myself again I want to fall in love with myself so I can fall in love again