I'm not brilliant
I'm just OK
I'm not rainbows
I'm just rain

Curses
Buttery words
your verses
hidden behind dark lines that drip from your lips
Rabid fox
scared puppy
to scared  to share how he feels
out on the front line
hidden behind the washing machine
Trying to act as if I can't see him
Trying to act as if he is a brick wall
But, you my dear, are just sand
sand that warps and crumbles in my hands
and falls on my toes
You're perfect
You're a mess
Held together by cigarettes and whiskey
Scream on, my perfect storm
Until the rain stops and there is yellow on the horizon

I fall I fall
On surfaces that
Are ***** and damp and clammy and flat
I fall and land, but curtsey and stand
And while the crowds, they clap
My dress, it hangs
Over feet that cracked
I am I am
A tiny glass house
And my heart it beats under a tightly wound blouse
That accentuates my chest and shows off the rest
But carves my bones and burns my flesh
I wish I wish
Upon a star
That looks down on us
And giggles from afar
That crowds, and their parties and mirrors and reflections
Could stop biting my heels and offering objections
But since the world is just but a boat
That everyone rows to stay afloat
And since this sea ask only for performance
I'll put on my dress and dance for my audience
And as they clap as I fall but stand
I'll whisper to myself a tiny demand
That the next performance won't be so long
And the dance and prance won't finish the song
That when I jump my glass feet will shatter
And I'll disappear from space and matter

I woke up with an overwhelming sadness in my chest
and didn't understand why my heart felt things that my mind couldn't understand
Through night it grew somber
And shared it's sorrow with me  early this morning

I fear it might be unhappy living in such a constricting chest
I sympathize
With my troublesome heart
As I lay stuck in between heavy sheets
And wonder why it chooses to feel independently from my weak body that needs it so much

What could I have done for it?
It was always too big for me
Following tunnels that either ran way too deep underground or flew among the clouds that circled the mountain tops
What could I have done to make it any more happier?
All I have is my experience of what the ground feels like

Leave what belongs to the sky to the clouds to ponder
Leave the unknown at the floor of the rabbit hole
Leave the blinds shut

Close your eyes and fall asleep
Give rest to sore bones
And warmth to cold skin
Rest for just a second
And let tomorrow bring tomorrow's questions

i fall and shatter into so many pieces
that leave splints and gashes in so many people
that they fall and shatter
and lay here with me

He is older
And wiser
I am innocent
Not naive
His hands hold secretes and scars and hammers
Mine just holds his