cracked lips
we stare at each other
across miles of quilted water
rush hour mutes my sadness
but the evening doesn't hide
the shadows like I hoped it would
your fingertips are cool and maybe
I'm grounded for a little bit
at least you still want to touch me,
at least you're here
I struggle as dusk lands on the heavy soil
groggy with the pressure I put on myself
to be okay
for me
for you  
but sometimes my *** holes are sealed
and so even though I'm cracked and broken
underneath, I can guarantee you won't trip
and fall into my darkness
ahhh...
the movies promise a happy ending
after ninety minutes of heartache and
life questioning and making up and
tears and snot and fresh bandages
so maybe it would be a good idea to
stay in and watch something tonight
it may keep me afloat