I bleed to un-break you,un-mending me.I fall to save you...now who will save me.
I build boxesand place them at your feet,to measure the distance between dreams and reality.
Bridge burned from end to end,and I don't miss you anymore.You delivered silenceI've birthed freedom.
I balance you on the end of my pen.Teetering between loveand letting go.
I've never seen beauty so devastatingas in the linesthat trace our hopeand fall from the stars.
Through windows,in wishing wells,whispering in the wind...that's where I find you.
Steep fall to the groundshatteringlike clay pigeons missed by bad shotsand unsteady hands.
Birthing hope from the madnessthat perches on the fenceof our once perfectdreams.
I need to work on me.The mewithout you.
Broken.As I search for hope,In the same eyesI lost it.
In that wounded place,buried betweenmy ribs and letting go,I miss you.