It requires us to take a match and strike it against our
hearts and let our blood ignite. Our bodies will begin to heat up in a way that
radiates the same warmth when a stranger stops to help us fix our flat tire. Or
that man that sits on a bench next to us: he lights a cigarette, takes a puff,
and asks us what we are thinking about. We tell him nothing and he cares enough
to say “bullshit.” Or that lover that takes the time to pick out all of the
raisins in the trail mix, because we don’t like them, even though he or she
does. Oh, it means the world when we sacrifice a little of our time to acknowledge
each other the best we can. Little did we know, it only takes a small dose of love
to cure a large life of loneliness.
I meant it not this way but the tears just flow and my makeup smearing all the more, leaving behind that familiar filthy residue. I may have begun to drive myself away, dragging you down as well. But it's done, I've flipped the switch and now it's dark once more. How painful is the music to my ears, I can't stand to be alone in it, yet here I am again. I pray you fly back and safely and warmly to me, though I fear I've dug the grave too deeply. As the dirt shifts within my soul, I choke on those loving words I'd meant for you. All the fragments of light I see becoming smaller and I wish to be near you in your embrace that might make me feel the warmth I'm missing. And in reality, I doubt I'd breathe another breath without you. So come hither and quickly soothe my dying heart, you are the only cure I know. I cry and cry again, come hither to heal and love me. Come hither and help me dry my tears.
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