the skeletons in my closet keep laughing at me.
their crooked mouths falling open, shaking gleefully.
gravity pressing down on me, pushing me further.
this collective emptiness taunts me evermore.
pen to paper, it's been quite a while, my dear.
these days known as in-between grow longer.
until all i can see are letters floating around me.
forming words and sentences i couldn't bring myself to say.
perhaps it's for the best, as i choke down regret.
and you dance into the sunlight of your life.

how could you -
dangle your toes over the edge
throw open your arms
close your eyes and taste the wind?
was it worth it -
to feel your hair in a hurricane
eyes wide and watering
a heart beating fast and close to the surface?
i wish i knew -
if you thought of the sunrise
a golden blanket on the horizon
my arms around you, lips upon your smile
if i could -
tell you that i need you
make love with you one last time
or even say goodbye.

"that really isn't the best idea."
"i know."
i picked up the pieces from the aftermath,
placed them in random order,
and watched my self destruction take hold.
after all this,
how could i possibly stand,
if it was all for nothing.

don't tell me that i'll be okay,
when my heart lies bleeding at your feet.
heartbreak isn't for the weak,
and darling how can i be strong without you?

i wish i could describe how i feel,
when i look into your eyes.
like falling, i lose my grip on reality,
when my tongue gets tied.
if i could give you the words,
a key to my heart, something to be heard.
forever pushes us together,
hand in hand, stronger than ever.

sitting blankly in this chair again,
feet planted firmly on this patterned carpet.
the air conditioner hums softly,
pulling me with the soft cushion of coldness.
exhaustion drags my eyes down,
away from the glaring lights of this screen.
voices droning on in the background,
smiles, handshakes, "how do you do?"'s.
the ringing phone sounds like one big sigh,
i suppose it's just another Monday.

i guess it's true that i've been broken.
the pieces of my heart roll around -
like marbles inside of a glass case.
all the super glue in the world would not be enough -
to heal these jagged edges that cut every time -
i'm shaken up.
but when you come around -
i feel your hand picking up the mess inside -
the mess that i've become.
and i can't help but love you for that -
as you accept me -
and all my pieces.