The downward flick
Of a light switch
Can fix a broken home
Faster than I can say
"I love you"

I don't mind the sweet-nothings
you whisper
into my ear every night.
I also don't mind the black smoke
I fill my lungs with
when you leave.

We are the tin men
never the thin men
we walk in lines
within confines
never to weep
seek emortal sleep

Broken anchors can’t drown
The secrets you keep above.
The calm horizons are just a façade;
What lies beneath
Is an infinite abyss
Filled to the brim,
Overflowing with tainted thoughts
A heart’s meandering beat
Is nothing more than an apparatus
To keep the hasty currents flowing,
And the treacherous waves crashing.