I had heard the wind from the mountains calling me last night, telling me it was my time to go, and I woke up, knowing what to do.
The world was simply too cruel; how could I survive?
I didn’t know what to say. It kind of hurt just to look at her, in a way i’d forgotten. Sort of like a splinter – not when you first get it under your skin, but the slow ache after it has been taken out.
He faced Doug. His eyes were wet. “I am not one of your tricks, Douglas.”
“Of course, you’re not.”
“That’s what I feel like tonight, seeing you in there with all those bodies. One of a thousand nights. One of a thousand fucks. And fuck you for making me feel this way. And fuck you again for making me say fuck in this beautiful place.
There are heartaches in life, painful things that happen and disappointments that steal away dreams.
Every heart, it have its own ache.
She closes her eyes, and I can see the moisture. She’s deep-breathing again, and I notice her hands are clutched around the opposing wrists, nails digging in deep, hard, scratching. Pain to replace pain.
You may have to break this heart before you can use it. You may have to take it apart and start all over with me. I know it hurts to change, but I don’t want to stay the same. Take me. Break me. Do whatever it takes to make me what you need me to be
for good poetry,
not so much.
But now its too late,
And I am so broken,
I don’t want to carry the weight,
Of the words unspoken…