My heart feels like it's
made of glass, if it cracks,  
it will shatter into tiny
granules of sand
Within the palm
of your sweet
hand.

You said you'd tell me

something about

how does it feel to

lose it all,

not all at once,

but just slowly watch it

crawling away one thing

after another,

that feeling when you

sit there watching,

knowing too well

there's not much

you could do about it.

Well, after all,

I tell you,

I tell you how does that feel

to know too much

about yourself

and yet too little about

anything else,

I tell you I cease

to understand,

but no, I understand very well

every feeling you've ever

told me about, because

someone else has already managed

to explain it to me

a few times, which was

half a life before you

but is still just a couple of pages back.

How can I ever stand up again?

Now go ahead,

you tell me.. :

I never seem to break a sweat
I'm always wearing sleeves
I always like to keep my house
at 82 degrees



VII

*13:25

Breaking of the heart
many people will see that it is wrong.
So many empty spaces.
Just remember you must be strong.
But all of these spaces
i've learned
there's enough room for new love to grow.
The person that once filled them
was always meant to be let go.
So darling your empty spaces
can create a strange heart that's full.
So if your heart is made of cracks and spaces
don't believe them when they claim it's wrong
because their heart is probably empty
and they haven't learned to be strong.

I wish that I
had thought to ask
what the frog had
to say back.