These days,
I've been picking up the pieces.
Putting on my best fake smile,
And learning to dance with the storm.
These days,
After the lights go off,
I've been taking the bandages
Off of my heart.
I've been asking it to hold on.
And when it asks me why?
Sometimes,
I even have a reason or two.
These days,
I look in the mirror
And see a work in progress.
Sometimes progress in they wrong direction,
But at least it assures me we're
Going somewhere.
These days,
I've been laughing a little too hard.
Drinking in the sound,
Memorizing it.
I've been scrubbing my skin
Trying to take some layers off.
But one of these days,
When it's late-
Too late for anyone to be up thinking,
You walk into my mind.
So effortlessly. Maybe cause
You're too used to it.
You don't even fight
To push down my walls.
They crumble away to make way for you.
You touch my soul
And take it into your hands
As if it had never been mine.
I try to say something,
Trust me, I do.
But by then you're long gone.
Setting fire to a newly built town.
And me?
I sit there, numb.
With a gaping hole in my chest and stomach.
And I just wish you
Knew how hard it is, my love.
To have to start from the rubble
Each time you think
You're close to completing your masterpiece.
YOU ARE READING
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ŞiirI've made this for you for when you're lost and alone when you're sinking like a stone use these words, these pieces of broken soul, to heal your own. - this is strictly for awareness, I do not encourage anyone to do the following and if you stru...
