like a guillotine against the wall,
praying that my heartbreak was a foreign language, that
this betrayal was a blade beneath my skin, invisible.
and in one moment I swear
I understood all the pain in the world.
I knew why I had let death roost
between my shoulder blades,
I knew why children grieved their tiny pets
and buried them in shoe boxes;
I understood mothers
leaving their children behind at parks,
I understood all those skinny boys smoking
and holding tight to women who cried,
I understood crowds with shaking hands
trying to breathe but forgetting
and trying to hit that high but missing
over and over and over again,
I understood why people lied,
fell out of love,
dyed their hair,
cut their skin,
hid their tears.
suddenly all this sadness that had been
around me all my life became real,
and I hated it,
I hated that it was real
so I cried for every single
lonely beaten person out there
and it still won't make a difference.
and he is a single drum beat,
that the moon's smarter than me:
she's in love with the earth
but keeps her distance,
I lose my orbit
when you're not around,
and I find myself without gravity,
waiting for you all night
when I know you'd rather be
"He tricked me... the little brat tricked me!" Joseph thought, sitting on a bench that was much larger than it should have been, and in a body much smaller than he was accustomed to.
The body belonged to a kid he'd met at the playground while watching after his nephew for the afternoon. The boy, who couldn't have been much more than six or seven years old, was dressed all in a gentle blue color when they first met, right down to his socks. He was holding a little stuffed dog toy, but still seemed sullen and unhappy so when he asked if he could sit next to Joseph while he waited for his mom to come pick him up, he felt sorry for the kid and made room on the bench next to him.
"What's your name, little guy?" he asked gently. It was the same voice his older sister
Like you could add 'me' to your heart.
Let me in, the sky is crying.
My mind resists, but my heart is trying.
To add 'right' to my wrongs,
I know, our minds they are strong.
But is it? all made up?
Leaving stains, of make up.
And love, wait up!
is this really, where we break up?
Like my voice, when I'm serious,
Our love was mental, so maybe, I'm delirious....