Let it bleed
So that your blood can solidify and cover the wound
Even though it'll still be red and raw and ooze endlessly
Endlessly as though it seems
Soon it'll start to heal

I'm trying to draw lines out of myself
So I can put myself on paper
I want my chest to crack open so that my heart can stretch out its arms and grab hold of something
And teach that thing who I am
I want to express my life
And say what I truly feel
Without finesse
I want so spit out blurts of myself
Inconsistent and rough
So that you can know me and not know me
The way I know myself

I laid my eye upon a dim
Who to my hand had taken its time
Through work and toil
My fingers spoiled
Now had one to label mine

What do I win with such a precious thing?
A bag of rice to fill my cheeks?
An apple a day, so the doctors at bay?
A clove at night for tooth decay?

Or is it to keep, so shiny and round
Close to my heart this dim that I found
For proof of life
And work and strive
To take with me when I enter the ground?

In this short life
With these long days
Time just seems to go
When you decide to stay

A spoonful of honey to engage my tongue
And the rest of the healing has ever since begun

I heard a story about you once
Flooding out of someone at else's mouth
About all kinds of details I've never notice before
And it made me question the you I thought I saw
They brought up secrets they thought you were hiding
And if they weren't so convincing I'd think they were lying

I wish my days would end in peace
Not in a rummaging of details I picked up along my way out and back into bed
And the silence was a ferry to sleep
Not an open sea raging again in against the shores of my head