::: Drought :::

I don't mind
really
what would I be without pain?
a river of empty
with hollow veins
crawling across my
lies
such angry arteries
suffering this drought

I wish you had buried my body
instead of leaving me here
with my hunger
it's like living between the lines
of your fingers
these crevices
the dryness of my spirit
a desert for a heart
that's what remains

::: Fair :::

why is it
even now
even at my very worst
you expect me to be strong?
why can't I just fall apart
like everybody else
and you
you were supposed to catch me
like I've caught you
so many times before
instead you left me
fucking left me
and asked me to be strong
how is this fair?

::: Dancer on the Floor :::

there's something in this sunrise
that makes me think
I never want to see your face again
but I will, I know, and I'm weak
my heart will hear your name
and beat like a dancer on the floor
within this shallow chest
you broke it, now it's yours

::: Silence :::

I don't know what to say anymore
when so many words have fallen on you like rain
and have gone by barely noticed
my mouthful of silence
seems most significant for the way
you leave me bleed
I have to ignore you
to maintain the quiet
in prayer I find no answer
your lips don't move for me
and I fear my voice must have died when I did
bury me with your sweetened tongue
all those lies you're so very good at
they could hold me in my grave