ever feel like the wind is stabbing you?
thrusting the knife of remorse straight into your heart?
ever feel like you're bleeding in the rain?
a thousand needles pricking your scars open?
ever feel lost under the stars?
words killing you inside - the ones unsaid?
ever feel naked under the blanket of night?
guilt stripping you of sanity, mocking your mask of lies?
well, i do.
and i don't know what i would do if i didn't.
because remorse, and guilt, and regret,
are what keep me together,
blending the mismatched colours of my soul,
keeping me intact, and my heart unsold.
and sometimes, i wish i were a poet,
draining my life into words,
filling the spaces between them with my tears and blood,
just leaving enough space,
for you to fill,
for your life to mix with mine.
for your sorrows to be mine.
so that, in the night sky i paint,
your stars will shine.
so that the wind and the rain and the stars and the night,
won't be just mine, but yours too,
and when the wind stabs and the rain pricks
and the night mocks and the stars fade,
when your hands are cold and the enormity suffocates you,
you'll read my words in the falling leaves and rustling breeze,
and feel my hand taking yours,
and know that my soul sees yours.
