Sunday, April 3, 2011

The Anatomy of Broken Things

Blood in my veins and tears in my eyes, 
I guess I'm still living, if sense still applies.
Hair covers my head, and skin covers sinew,
But my hands won't stop shaking and I can't stop you

You'll leave regardless...

Regardless of me and my repenting demeanor,
Regardless of times when our hearts were much keener.
The exquisite snap of a word said in haste
like the crack of a slap from my hand on your face.

Gone are the days when my words were like kisses,
now they're as sharp as a knife in your fist is.
Suddenly, careless words fall into a line
That you'll stay to your side of and I'll keep to mine.