I feel like a ticking bomb, a girl who’s unaware of why she feels how she does every day. I feel brokenhearted but I’ve never been in love. I feel sad as I laugh and cry. I feel rejected from all my goodbyes. I love to dance, let things go. I want be a writer, recognized in homes. I want to be read by future generations, pondered over, known as a sensation. I want it all. But none of that could make me happy. I have everything in front of me, what’s painful is what’s inside of me.
Intoxicating
Careless movements
You make me feel this way
You make me peel, unravel on the floor
Your shoes piled up
By the door
You fall, tumbling over
You make me seem small
But All that you miss
Is now broken
Hollow glass
Empty moonlight
Dancing by the edge
Hanging by a ledge
This is nothing
This is me everyday
And that’s what hurts most to say
Hearts hang on strings
Attached to a woman’s fingertips
They droop and drip
Splashing the water
They dance in the night sky
Shadows abundant
Beauty, soul of an angel
Hearts racing, hearts divine
Red smears boxes
Drips like stripes
Stripes of solitude
Imagine it all done it time
Shoes scraping concrete
Concrete one hundred feet high
Some reflect perfection
Edited versions of the truth
Half shown spotlights
Shine for a minute
They glimmer and soon disappear
When the day rolls over
Folding inwards before reaching out
Crystals of trembling anxiety dance in our eyes
When the day rolls over
I sing with my ears
I dance with my eyes
You don’t know me well enough
To know that when I crumble
I feel it in my heart
I feel it in my stomach
I feel pain comfortably
So I accept everything that rolls over me
Shadows in the mirror
Dancers on the screen
Singers on the stage
When the day rolls into a new one
My eyes still tremble open
Holding little light
Holding less serenity
Summer frightens a girl
Lost without wisdom
Broken from poise
Distraught in addiction
Born with no ego
Born with a soul
Born with no lover
Born with no toll
I’m comfortable in my restlessness
An ocean drifting with the waves
I’m okay with being sad
I understand there’s nothing wrong with feeling
Except my hearts been ripped from my chest
And place upon billboards
For everyone to see but no one cares
They only laugh
A bitter laugh
There’s nothing wrong with being emotional
Fragments of ourselves on our faces
There’s nothing strange with my cries
Except you in the mirror
I don’t dance because I like it
but because there’s nothing else to do
We call our sins on our telephones
Deep into dawn
We whisper heartaches tears into the receiver
Until there’s no one left to call
We go to the store to fill our heart not our stomach or our mouths
I washed you away
You were gone
I wanted you back
But I was gone
There’s two of us
Both of us
We sit in a strangers house,
A vacant house,
Not our house
There’s three of us
Pain and rejection sit in our heads
We sit in a hotel room
Because there is no home for us
There’s four of us
While I was only blooming,
Before divorce papers could sweep me away
I knew the love was true
When I spotted your eyes in my mirror
You looked as though I’m everything
And all you’ll ever have