Brush back the tears I thought had dried
Slowly bound by in between
Is there a riddle to things behind unlocking the scars in me?
Tonight I’m yarn knotted to nonsense, twisted aimlessly behind the noise that screams behind your eyes
A promise I believe will hold me pounding steady rhythms on my aching feet
Foundation to calm the poisons from my past that sneak up to persuade me to believe the lie again
I am the constant variable
You are not dependent on the stagger of my wasted emotion
Then your lips press to close tightly like a vice that seeks to express the air from these, my infant lungs
The hose that feeds me sustenance pinched before you and I’m not sure you even notice
I’ll wake tomorrow and see that it was all a dream
My heart will lift with the sweetness and calm of morning
But tonight, I’ll exchange the tears that attempt to fall for the letters joined in sequence on this page.
Maybe that’s enough…