you told me once that
you wished I could see myself
through your eyes,

so I could see
how beautiful I am.

and then you left.
you stopped looking at me.

I wonder
if I saw myself now
through your eyes,

would I still be beautiful?

or did you leave
because you realized
you saw me differently
than you used to?

red,

hot,

pinpricks of heat strike my skin,
flinching, crying out,

burnt,

ouch.

You are hidden on one side I am on fallen on the other,
we could work together but we are about to fall.
Push through the static noise, listen for the crying siren,
it doesn't have to be like this—a lamb killing a lion.
A melody over an angry voice, it doesn't have to be like this at all.

Weep for me so God can hear my honest suffering,
speak for me when I am gone, and just a memory.
We are held together by absolutely nothing
in the end we break our souls in two.

Broken by greed but I still mourn, a sigh of relief I'm honestly torn.
Yet I still believe there's another life for me,
asleep on a one-way street even after my soul is broken.
Even after they scorch my dreams, for now, I still breathe.

You are fallen on one side I am on hidden on the other,
we could work together yet pride may be the final call.
It doesn't have to be like this, it doesn't have to be like this at all

Weep for me under a tree on a rainy day,
walk with me and be thankful we live and breathe.
Talk with me and get lost in conversation,
until we fall asleep, until we sleep permanently,
I will be waiting; I will be waiting for you.

Weep for me so God can hear my honest suffering,
speak for me when I am gone, and just a memory.
We are held together by absolutely nothing,
in the end, I will be waiting.
In the end, I will weep for you.

Cry hard.         Cry long.

But know you cannot hold love
with a broken heart.