There's a hole in my stomach(heart)
Dear Eliza
Dear Eliza
There's a hole in my stomach(heart)
Where I never got enough love.
There's a storm in my city(psyche)
Dear Eliza
Dear Eliza
There's a storm in my city(psyche)
and the streets(thoughts) tend to flood.
Can you weather this weather?
Dear Eliza
Dear Eliza
Can you weather this weather
If your head stays above?
How long can you tread water?
I know you swim better than I.
Point of pride.
Pride of endurance.
Enduring exhaustion.
Exhausted and lost and
honestly just
broke
at the wishing well
dreaming of the deluge
the healing water that will wash away the wounds
and make us whole again.
if only I had a penny...
You said to me
I can weather your storm
but not if it drowns me
or maybe
I can weather your storm
but not if it drowns out mine.
I don't remember exactly the phrasing.
Maybe because the water was already drowning you out.
You don't have to shout.
No matter how loud my insides are screaming
I will always open ears like basins
larger than mouths like calderas
to find a way back to listening.
I will open heart like valleys
bigger than hurt like dams
To hold for you a space that's safe for swimming.
heart(stomach)
stays open
because
the hole
is too big
to close
when you pass through the other side
every time
a new piece of you stays
for a while
my new favorite chapter
in endless
series
You don't have to shout
but
you may scream as loud as you need,
and
I will hear every furious decibel
and
understand it as music.