Thursday, November 29, 2012

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
yet trapped
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.


  1. How to set love free, does it have an answer? Or there is always a heartbreak.


  2. the whole thing
    the nothing of any medium in which to engage
    to look at from a distance and to be
    apart from yet created by
    not caring but to wonder
    at something
    without wonder
    not because it isn't
    interesting but because it is.