take my hand
and set me free
help me live
and let me be
i miss you
i admit it
the hell he put me through
came with a capital h
but the heaven
i’m finding with her...
well, there’s not an h big enough
i have the most insanely
brilliant, kind, beautiful woman
capital h how?
I wrote fantasies and I wrote about sleep
I wrote about demons and
how they danced around a fire in my dreams
I wrote about skeletons in my closet that suffocated me
I wrote about monsters that I rolled around with
In my sheets and when “I love you”
Used to sound sweet
I wrote until my brain stopped flooding and my fingertips began to bleed
i wrote until it
Became easier to
I would gladly die a whisper
on the tip of your tongue.
And when you left
I overwatered all your flowers
We take secrets to our graves that are no big deal to anyone but ourselves.
how lonely it must be to
and know alone
It makes you cry and leaves you sad
But you like the salt and you love the mad