when you are young
you use false friends
and denial
when you are still young
you use scissors and nails
paper covers,
rock and roll
now I feel old
I’m using wrong-men
and running away
with empty hands

I rip myself apart,
piece by piece.
I place bits of my heart,
into your hands.

you step on me.
burying my body,
beneath soil.
no mercy,
in your eyes.

you were never aware,
of all that manifested,
beneath my shell,
deep within my heart.
so why would you mind,
tearing it apart?

With parted lips she soundly rests

As soft sound breaths flow steadily

I rest my ear upon her breast

Rejoice in her heart's melody