There is nothing more exhausting
And equally refreshing
As crying yourself to sleep
I know this in how much lighter you feel when I hold you
In all that racket
And shaking
And heaving till you are breathless
Something heavy fell out of you
The dust that settles in your lungs needed to be shaken out
It’s okay if it made your tears muddy
Pain is *****
Life is *****
Even when god made us
It was from earth
Damp earth
For all we know
In the loneliness of space
And its coldness
And lack of light
God cried himself to sleep one night
And made us
By accident
From the dirt that settled
On the days he needed to be breathless
And he wasn’t lonely anymore
And you
You don’t have to be as lonely any more
I can hear you
And see you
I understand the sound of weight shedding
Pounds lighter till you can walk head up again
Without gravity workin’ overtime
On your heart
And eyes
And hands when
I try and Heimlich-hug
The heart stuck in your throat
You can never really see anything as clean
Until you see it at its dirtiest first
Because in the end
All we have is the mess that we leave behind
Leave your dirt behind
Where we’re going
We won’t need it
Dec 14, 2011
Dec 14, 2011 at 11:42 PM UTC
There is nothing more exhausting
And equally refreshing
As crying yourself to sleep
I know this in how much lighter you feel when I hold you
In all that racket
And shaking
And heaving till you are breathless
Something heavy fell out of you
The dust that settles in your lungs needed to be shaken out
It’s okay if it made your tears muddy
Pain is *****
Life is *****
Even when god made us
It was from earth
Damp earth
For all we know
In the loneliness of space
And its coldness
And lack of light
God cried himself to sleep one night
And made us
By accident
From the dirt that settled
On the days he needed to be breathless
And he wasn’t lonely anymore
And you
You don’t have to be as lonely any more
I can hear you
And see you
I understand the sound of weight shedding
Pounds lighter till you can walk head up again
Without gravity workin’ overtime
On your heart
And eyes
And hands when
I try and Heimlich-hug
The heart stuck in your throat
You can never really see anything as clean
Until you see it at its dirtiest first
Because in the end
All we have is the mess that we leave behind
Leave your dirt behind
Where we’re going
We won’t need it
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