I am a womb
I am all encompassed
A cavern
Solitary in the depths
Desired by many
Loved by few
I am the walls men come to leave their writings on
Depicting their stories
Their hopes
Their dreams
I have no stories, no dreams
Empty and hollow
Echoing of those past
Valued but disposable
Made for a single purpose
Given to me by those men
Who have laid claim
I bore them
And then they return
With their writings, with their law
My miracle is theirs
Not my own

A silent room
Your echoes over the walls
I hear you from a distance
Speaking to anyone but me
I’ll be here when you come out
A passing word or glance
An obligatory gesture thrown my way
You’ll pay your tithe and leave again
Give all of your energy to others
And at the close…I’ll get what’s left
After you’ve laughed
After you’ve yelled
After you’ve lived the way you want
I’ll be here
For what’s left over

I climbed a mountain yesterday
I dug my heels in and went the hard way
My fingers got numb
And I barely could breathe
But that view was all worth it
Man it’s so ******* sick to be me

I got a promotion yesterday
Been working non stop
Night and day
Gonna be hard for a while
It’ll be worth it you’ll see
Man it’s so ******* sick to be me

I smiled yesterday
Took a break from crying
Got a little relief
A homeless guy had a cardboard sign
“sometimes it’s hard to be”
I smiled and thought to myself
Man I remember when it was sick to be me

I got out of bed yesterday
Don’t think I can today
That mountain might as well be on Venus
That promotion on Mars
I’m jealous of the homeless man
He’s really got it figured out
I’ll just lay here worthless
And think, “Man it makes me sick to be me”

I’ve got two hands to cling to yours
One heart to try to fit it in
But the hinges got broken
And it’s all spilling out
My left heart is what I’m left with now
The right one has gotten too full
Unclaimed baggage, misused words
We can see this out though, it’s the milk or the cow
Everything’s just gotten too blurred

I can only love you with my left heart
It’s the only one they could restart
If god has a right hand that’s righteous and strong
Then the left one was what became of man
You’ll get what remains, first love’s scraps
Forgotten from past romance

Because no one’s as good as those books from your shelf
Like birds of a feather, we flock together
But somehow we’ve all fooled ourselves
And no one’s as good, like you wish them to be
Throw another line out, another fish in the sea
Press together your hands, another prayer to plea
Because nothings as good as it seems

If my right heart was a lion
This one might as well just be a sheep
Does that make you a wolf with shiny white teeth?
Don’t pull the wool over my eyes
I want to see you when you bite
We can stay in this heart together
It’s cramped and it’s tight. I am yours, you’re not mine
I tried to hang on, but your grip, it felt light
My left I guess is smaller than my right

You can have this left heart if you want
Let me borrow that knife you’re hiding
And I’ll scrawl in your name
Just don’t **** me and try to love me
This is my last one, ***** this up and I’m done
I’d just be blood and bone
And no one wants to see what they’ve sown