My poetry teacher said
A poem is a mystery
But I find it superficial
Because it is no mystery why I'm writing this.

When you're gone
Take everything you can
Anything that can fit
Into the holes of your heart

But leave one thing
One drop, two drops; no a barrel of it
A barrel of your tears and kindly make it two
Cause I'll be cleaning my windows and all the footprints of you.

When it falls
When it falls
When it falls
It just falls

Just like me
Just like me
Just like me
Falling, just me.

How far would you go
To save a life hardly your own
Not your own beating
And certainly not your dance

Would you take a leap
A beating or two
A slap in the face
Or take a stand?

And I'm gonna tell you darling
You gotta do all those things
To save yourself
Yes, your life.

Oh love! From you I've learned to love
And to hate so intensely
That it scares me
To breathe. To take in another part of you.

But I also understand. But so fiercely, my love for you.
Oh love, I understand. That no matter how
Perfectly red the rose looks
It can never wish for it's thorns to wither away.

There are a number of things
I want you to know
Or better yet understand
Like how my heart reaches for yours

And only be welcomed by an empty hand
And it's okay. I can deal with the emptiness.
Just not with the coldness
Not from your hand, that is, but from your gaze.

Where can I find a heart
That doesn't shy away from grief?
Or a heart that yearns for something
Purer than a unicorn.

I'd like to meet that heart
And if possible, make it mine.