Bandaged hearts heal.
tomorrow holds heavenfuls
of clean, fresh air.

open yourself and breathe.
flex that muscle in your chest;
uncage it from within iron

ribs and stretch it.
soreness fades.
bandaged hearts heal.

stand up.
put down your crutches, and
love.

The night terrors have gotten worse now
And it’s been so long since I last slept
The thought of rest is starting to sound surreal

Yet every time my lids grow heavy
This nightmare becomes reality
My greatest fear becomes my fate

In dream after dream I am forced
To see myself die, each night in a new way
Over and over I witness the end of my life

This does not scare me for I fear not the reaper
But another detail never changes
It is what I see as I draw in my final breath

This mirage of my mind stands at my side
Though she’s always just out of reach
Her eyes telling the tale of heart break

This nameless woman bears my child
For my greatest fear is not my death
It’s leaving behind the family that I never met

You are the most beautiful piece of breathing art

I have ever encountered

And before I met you, something not quite touchable

Was in a way always missing

The way you unexpectedly came crashing into my life

Barefoot and eyes wide open

Holding something stronger than love in your little hands

Kind of made me believe in fairytales again

And baby, just like that

- Loving you made sense

If I wrote a poem
that no one ever read
would you think it alive
or would you call it dead?

~

I drank from your kool-aid
Should've known it was unsweetened