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