If only I had a way to cut the strings
That tie my tongue to my jaw
To tell you what you asked-
The reason why streetlights make me flinch
And rain sounds like blood drops on glass
Perhaps then I would be the shape
You’re trying to find in me
Turning out my intestines
Looking for the heart on my shoulder
No matter.
I’ve given up on soft things
Like clouds and cotton candy
And the brush of a snowflake against my cheek
It has come to this.
The invisible ink of emotions
Gushing onto a page for all to -not- see:
Hot glue gun burns on fingertips
Well Kate, I hope you realize that for every tear of blood you loose there is a fower growing somewhere for you. Someday it will come and whisper in your ear. We all feel that heart rending tear in our heart at some time or another and sometimes more than once. Take care, as hard as that may seem at times.
