For your tears I listen and I wait.
Do they know your beauty? Your grace?
Do they know of your love? Your hate?
Do they know what was said in that place?
Between two who could not be one,
but instead desired being none.
For your tears I listen and I wait.
Do they know your beauty? Your grace?
Do they know of your love? Your hate?
Do they know what was said in that place?
Between two who could not be one,
but instead desired being none.
I squeezed myself small
from the ghosts I hoped to hide.
My parents misunderstood why I cried
never seeing the intruders at all.

Paint as many layers over your heart as you desire.
Who is to say it needs to remain as prior.
Except…
A change in color matters very little
to something you believe so brittle.


Why now?
Everywhere I go, a stream of words.
Everything I do, a river of words.
Everything I feel, a flood of words.
Again I ask,
“Why now?”

On the playground we were wed.
I was waiting for your sister,
but found you instead.
We exchanged vows of self-defeat.
We threw a bouquet no one could eat.
For us, everyday went on repeat.
I still think of that day.
You and I clad in grey,
every raindrop waiting for its day.
And I say:
Was it always destined to float away?

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