You keep your fists weighing
down your pockets like stones, keep needles pinched
up under your skin thinking the pinpricks might sharpen
your sense of self-worth or maybe soften
the accumulation of shadows under
your eyes and the bruises gathering over your body.
Everything is as it should be - she tells you
that timing will brush its gentle wings against these worries and paint
you over in a shining new coat, and so you learn to wait
to feel soft whispers against your skin, but you've spent
too long already in silence and in dark corners, and the timing
was never right then, so why
should having faith work out any better?
This pill slides down a lot easier when taken drunk or
half-asleep, your eyelids heavy and movements slowed;
you want to tell her that her dreams are going to be torn open and shredded
by the world, you want to protect her
before this happens, but everything happens for a reason, she tells you and you can't
bring yourself to dilute what's left of her light, you can't
look her in the eye anymore and maybe
she's too full of innocence for someone like you to handle, or maybe
you lost yours and that's what's been keeping
you up all night, maybe she's exactly
what you've been needing, but how can you tell her that she
keeps everything dark away without draining her, how
can you wrap her words around you like spiked armor that keeps
you soft underneath, because lately you've been feeling like
you need her , like she's the barrier between
the world and the hole in your chest that grows a little emptier
every day, but god, look at her,
shining with all the light in her soul and look at you
broken up and ready to cave in, and tell me how can you honestly
expect to keep her, to preserve that soft beauty,
when your hands are always rough and bleeding
from one thing or another, how
can you carry her without turning
her into a cynic
like you?
Jun 9, 2018
Jun 9, 2018 at 10:43 PM UTC
You keep your fists weighing
down your pockets like stones, keep needles pinched
up under your skin thinking the pinpricks might sharpen
your sense of self-worth or maybe soften
the accumulation of shadows under
your eyes and the bruises gathering over your body.
Everything is as it should be - she tells you
that timing will brush its gentle wings against these worries and paint
you over in a shining new coat, and so you learn to wait
to feel soft whispers against your skin, but you've spent
too long already in silence and in dark corners, and the timing
was never right then, so why
should having faith work out any better?
This pill slides down a lot easier when taken drunk or
half-asleep, your eyelids heavy and movements slowed;
you want to tell her that her dreams are going to be torn open and shredded
by the world, you want to protect her
before this happens, but everything happens for a reason, she tells you and you can't
bring yourself to dilute what's left of her light, you can't
look her in the eye anymore and maybe
she's too full of innocence for someone like you to handle, or maybe
you lost yours and that's what's been keeping
you up all night, maybe she's exactly
what you've been needing, but how can you tell her that she
keeps everything dark away without draining her, how
can you wrap her words around you like spiked armor that keeps
you soft underneath, because lately you've been feeling like
you need her , like she's the barrier between
the world and the hole in your chest that grows a little emptier
every day, but god, look at her,
shining with all the light in her soul and look at you
broken up and ready to cave in, and tell me how can you honestly
expect to keep her, to preserve that soft beauty,
when your hands are always rough and bleeding
from one thing or another, how
can you carry her without turning
her into a cynic
like you?