I was already dead when I lay down on it
although maybe that started from the moment I drew my first breath and let it go.
You have to be cruel to be kind they said
I thought I should cry forever
but it made them angry and it only made the sadness more.
I took it deeper inside me than they could see
and here it sings sweet and beautiful and strong
so when I turn away
it's my own heart that I want to break not yours
I want to know how to set love free.
Thursday, November 29, 2012
Sunday, November 25, 2012
slowly across my face
weighing on my mind
dragging my own thoughts
deeper than my tongue can reach.
Raw and hungry
needing to want more
no place like home
a broken home
you can never go back too
a gaping hole
un-holy truths trapped unheard
tied up with words I could never really mean
Here is where you touch me
and turn my head with whispers
torn of my own heart
I listen spellbound
as you speak
pieces of my mind, like I give you
I turn away because I can not face myself.