and so the phone rings...
hello?
hey--how are you?
it's raining. look, i'll call you later.
How ironic, I thought
and stopped walking.
IT HAD STARTED TO RAIN.
How ironic that the heavens should weep
when it's all my heart wants to do
and yet all my mind prevents me from.
how ironic...
and terribly cliche'.
And so I sat on the curb
then lay upon the sidewalk
watching the sky watching me
feeling the rain fall on my face roll down my cheeks
feeling the rain
wanting to cry
praying that I don't
despising both the thoughts
and myself
f o r h a v i n g t h e m
If I gave you my heart, would you throw it bloody to the floor?
Would you stand there aghast--afraid that my blood would stain your perfect skin?
Or would you cradle it gently in your hands
your hands that once
held my hands
never held, really
never held, really
but rested upon...
to stop the trembling
I can count the people I've loved on one hand.
if thine right eye offend thee, pluck it out
five fingers
five souls
countless laughs
unending tears
Were my fragile heart of glass, I'd place it--in company--with the tiny breaks facing the wall, ashamed of my failures...
Alone, though, it would rest on the brightest sill, so the nicks could catch the light of tomorrows and shoot rainbows across the silent white of these four walls.
every act of creation is first of all an act of destruction
It rained today
and I felt the rain
on my eyelids
my lips
my hands...
t h u n d e r
my hands turned palms to the sky.
and i wanted to tell you. i wanted to tell the world...
but i could only say goodbye and promise to call back later.
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