i don't know how i kept walking
over broken glass
with bare and bloodied feet
as demons gnawed
at my heart and mind
as my own thoughts stiched weights to my feet
my roses never bloomed
i was left with only thorns
it took
no, it takes still to this day
everything in me
simply to move my chest to breathe
to inhale and exhale
butterflies and cigarette smoke
that fill my hollow chest
and i wonder aloud,
screaming at bitter stars that line the cosmos
and seem to laugh at my dances with Love
i plead this question
to the gods and to heaven
is this ache just a part of me.
