I speak for hours
Ears that can hear surround me
They do not listen.

I lay in my bed
The plants on my shelf wither
I wither with them.

Open my heart, Lord—
You do not need to
Surgically split it,
Or probe the pieces—
You know it inherently,
Without looking,
Every breath’s origin
Lies in you,
And it beats steadily
In your cupped hands—
I have never felt more
Peace in this world
Of broken smiles
And warped intentions,
Than when I trust in your
Image and your plan.

your heart
breaks different
when it beats
alone

I’m waiting for you;
Waiting for you to
Appear,
Yet I fear
That you never will.
It’s been twelve years
And you still
Haven’t arrived
In my life.
Where are you, pray tell?
I should know all too well
If you’re here,
But I still don’t think you’re near.

I love you
but I'm tired
of constantly chasing you
of always asking
what did I do
I'm tired of the lies and the games
and the constant wondering and pain