I am an empty glass of wine
what once was luminous
turned to grime
one time I tried to forget what it was to be alive
the aching love
the painful scars
but my mind wouldn't let any of them go
holding on to each breath I can remember

to be alive
you must accept the grotesque as graciously
as you accept beauty
and so it is painful to be alive
oh
but just wait for the day
you feel love pumping through your veins
wait for the moment you finally see
you are not just this body
you are not just the memories you cling to
Just wait for the day that love is enough

that day
you won't need any other answer

don't you see
the rays drip golden crystals
a beauty to make any man weep
wind chasing leaves and ringing chimes
each moment just waiting to be heard
and the sun
she dances all throughout the day
waiting for her love
to lift the weight of the world
off your shaky bones

i want to be able to see my heart in word-form, all of its callouses and scars spelled out in strings of the alphabet
i want words to flow off of my fingertips like the drippings of water droplets into a sink from a faucet closed only half way
yet i've found that the four-letter word i've been feeling
can only be expressed as it is
numb

a period between lives
convinced her
writing
would release her soul
how naive, you see
only death
can possibly free life