If he broke you
I’d try to piece you back together
And you’d cut me
And I’d bleed
And then promise to try a little better

You are weathered
And a feather
Made of steely tears and lead
You are cursed
Because the worst
Place for you is in your head
Making you smile makes me smile
And we both haven’t in some time
It’s upsetting
Your sun setting
And me praying for sunrise

And I will hold your pieces tightly
Tighter still, bleeding no doubt
Till I find it’s lack of blood or tape
That make my heart give out
That’ll make my ears buzzy
Head fuzzy
Vision go askew
But if I die
It won’t be for lack of trying
It’ll be for bounties of you

Did the thoughts inside your head
Compose all of the tears you shed
So much so that your daily bread
Seems soggy and you unnourished

Do sacrifices you once made
Seem like the sins no one forgave
So that you can’t be saved
As you wallow in the day to day

Do storm clouds just exemplify
Your not wanting to see the sky
Because you know the tears you cry
Just mix in with the rain

It seems bleak in the all in all
But you will rise from every fall
A little stronger, heed the call
And know it’s not in vain

What if the words were kind?
The words inside her head
Crazy as it seems they deem her unworthy
Not worth it
Not worthless
But so close that one more mistake my tip
         Her
Over
                The edge
But what if the words were kind?
The words inside her head
What love would she find for others
If she had love for herself
If she had
Love
           To
                 Spare
So much that there were words left
For her
To not only be hear
But trusted. Believed
Words to fall upon
So that she might
           Not
Shatter
                       Again
And be left to pick up tearing words

There are boxes of unopened letters
Some with return to sender
Yet I cannot surrender a single one
A single word
‘Cause though they’re glued
Though they’re sealed shut
They still come from you

And that’s enough to make the boxes
A treasure and a curse
My mind simply at a loss as I avoided it
At first
Then the emotions you bring up
Yes, you know the very ones
Were the unintentional letter opener
Before I knew the deed was done

There are boxes of opened letter
With some tears the have slightly rendered
Certain words unreadable
Words with the power to render
A world of world
Completely moot
You stole them all
And my heart too

If she must fade from you
Then give the Devil what is due
The bridges burned, the gates unscrewed
Have left you gaping, griping

For you saw Heaven from a view
Then were struck blind as if on cue
As it was ripped away, in truth
It was never truly yours

Your state of mind was so askew
That you asked Satan to carry you
To give you favor, did you assume
That it would turn out well?

I see.

Hellfire stuck like glue...

Your skies grey, so you paint them blue

But the Devil is quick to do and undo

And now she’s gone... gone...

Gone.

They reach for eternal hands but hold such mortal fears
Praying it will rain forever to forever hide their tears
And yes, they look up to the sky, but with eyes closed and mouths open
Drowning in the misery of rituals unbroken

Converting vivacious minds by bathing them in drudgery
Comforming them to that what has been must always be
And they them, but I am me, and I hope you choose to be you
Closing your mouth and opening your eyes to see what you aught to

And we must see the breaking to realize fixing must be done
For though the rain may mask the tears, it also masks the sun
No new words have been spoken, only broken down and renewed
To still reach for immortal hand, but also skies of blue

Listen
Love
I may not be perfect
Or even perfect for you
But there another horizon
Where translucent is the heart who
Is waiting to just show
That there is perfect out there
Or at least
Perfect for you

Hearing
Sadness
So many hopes crushed
Not broken, but just stepped on
For you to pick up, wipe off
Your heart within your stomach
Scattering the butterflies
To places where you can’t reach
Because of wings
That are now broken

See
Passion
It’s right within reach
The perfection you seek so avidly
Perfect for you. Custom made
To fill ever crevice
To smooth every fault
To laugh, to cry, to agree, to disagree
But most of all
To love
You love