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or moat needs a drawbridge

my homeless bound heart

needs a heroine to fix

these nights of frustration

when dreams come unwilling

to carry my conscience

away from my being

my body stays empty

this pen has run dry

& I’m refilling inkwells

with gin and dry eyes

like birds of my father

I’ll never sing pretty

like canaries to the coal mines

I’m lost in this city

my maps have run empty

this canvas has dried

& I’m stuck at the bottom

Her cheeks wore the trails of fresh tears through dry skin “Why not?” she asked, looking up through glossy swollen eyes.

“I feel like… you need to know. I need you to know. I feel like you need to know that you acted selfishly through our entire relationship. I always told myself that it wasn’t your fault, that you were just oblivious. I told myself that I was being overly sensitive and that you would eventually come around. Or understand. Or something. But you didn’t—and you wont. And I don’t think you will until you find someone that you love… as deeply as I loved you. I think that you’ll look up to that person, and feel that person in every beat of your heart—in every decision you make. You’ll want to be near that person, even if its just for the moment. You’ll crave their touch, embrace their weirdness, and want to surprise them every day—just so they know that they’re cherished.