The world in which you pulled me in
That where you project your low self esteem
On my wounds and empty spaces
Had me pretending I didn't see your many faces

I'd be hurt if I wasn't in disbelief
But I've given loss a shade of relief
In my painting of us I see it clear
You've painted me as someone you fear.

If I didn't want to pull out
The heart that made us turn south
That I once loved and held in high regard
I'd thank you for pulling us apart.

For the way you pushed and broke me slowly
Got them wondering, how'd she get so lonely?
Hold it close and cherish it now
The ego and facade to which you vow.

Ten heartbeats
That's all that I can take
So I tell myself "Ten more"
And when those are done, "Ten more",
And I pray that someday
I won't need to say it anymore.

Thorn of deboner
on the table
in strong love
to take
fallen leaves
scarred men here
We may sputter to hymn
for knowing allas
bow at the bench
What! we wondwered
she passed to abide
Unmeasurable
he hoped to chest
our fare is to the world
is better
miserable word
by the starke of love
It's solace is better.

I dream of a time where my voice comes out
as naturally as the words leave my pen.