Darling I can tell you haven't slept,
Much since that last cup of tea.
I remember you saying it burnt like tequila,
And now I know why.

Darling I see the scars you cut,
In the space between your heart and your soul.
I know how it hurts,
To have them separated so.

But darling I can't help with your wounds,
I know so little of how to heal,
Self made wounds, though I have one to match,
I didn't make the incision, though I held the knife.

Darling you cut me so deep,
I think I lost my soul.
But sadly I still have my heart,
Scarred from the incision you made.

I watched him read
my little blurbs
no doubt seeing
whispers of his fingers
tracing its lines.

'it's not the
best thing
I've ever
written,'
I said.

Delusions of happiness
Run through my head
I try to decipher
The cryptic messages

My mind tells me one thing
My heart says another
Which shall I follow
Is there another

Time they say heals all wounds
I say it creates them
I wish it would stop
Time for awhile

I need to get my bearings
Without them I'm lost
Adrift on a sea
From sunshine to frost

Extreme to extereme
How I wish she would say it
Then I would know
I'm not going insane