What's The Bottom of My Heart Called?

wordsalwayshurt Poems

until i fall from the 13th floor i am going to stop talking & only murmur i am going to whisper & stop this wonder why decide if i can't & why decide if i only shiver & shake from morning to noon until i fall from the 12th floor i am going to soak in what my child left. it is emptiness & two pens why move forward & why move me to feel? until i fall from the 11th floor i am going to continue this simplicity & greet, not retch at warmth or conversation until i fall from the 10th floor i am going to close my eyes opening yours & then blinding mine until i fall from the 9th floor i am going to pull us close & divide i am falling from the 7th floor & i am going to give myself grace it's not too late & i am falling from the third floor there's the rest which will never come my hand reaches out for the second floor & my voice whimpers for you my hand retracts & crumples into me pushes into my heart & now I'm finally close & open for you head to heart heart into lungs lungs towards my liver my hair toward my ankle & then to feet (i bend and change for you now) (& i beg for grace) as i hit the floor.