crochet me a heart
well a heat cozie if you dont mind
i know that mine could stand to be more warm
it could beat faster too honestly
it wouldnt become faint

oh
stitch me a liver too
while youre at it
mines wearing out
bleached one too many times
thanks

**** my ear darling
i listen earnestly
but often dont hear

cobble my feet
that i am nearer

You are a guitar
with strings which
are the slightest bit
off tune
an old acoustic
which is more like an old companion
then an object
varnished to reflective perfection

Me?
I'm more like a grand piano
gathering dust
in the back of a thrift store
accustomed
to telling the tales
of the down and out
empathetic tears shed
leaving water stains
on the ivory keys

I was the child with the coral painted brown on my head.
I was his fawn. I was his lost death.
I feel this buzzing in my bones.
I think I'm dumb.
I was just as bored as him.
I was his polly. I was his kin.
I think I'm dumb.

Everyone needs time to step back and take a look at their life

To try to understand the action of him/herself and those around them.

I lie on my bed
and let the mattress
envelope my body
soft and warm
protecting me from harm

I can't help thinking of you
and how late in the night
you'd hold me close
and as I cried softly in to your shoulder
you whispered sweet nothings
in to my ear
the world a simple illusion
and your presence
the only truth I knew

The song you sang me
plays loudly in the corner
and as I cry in to my pillow
I can't help wishing it was you here
muscle and bones
not fabric and feathers
that comfort me softly

The night falls slowly
and my tears cease to shed
but the hole in my heart
bigger than the mattress
I use as your substitute
taunts me with regret