your heart
breaks different
when it beats
alone

words are just things
things that hurt the heart
they leave scars on everyone
that wont go away
and never forgotten

what can heal my scars
love perhaps, but
that is another word that will hurt me
another word that will leave a scar

The past has become scars and pains
Trapped in its bars and chains
Let's look towards the stars and move forward with what remains

My veins are drawn taut
Fishing line beneath my skin
I extend outwards.

I lay in my bed
The plants on my shelf wither
I wither with them.

I knit those words together
so you can pull them over yourself,
on a cold day
and always remember,
Its me keeping you warm.