These things should be simple enough.
When the back-aching, soul-crushing, monotonous work day is done, what do I look for? Simply love.
I look to you with tired eyes,
They beg for nothing but an audience for the song my soul cries.
It sings in another language, but you could understand if you tried.
Sought after someone to listen, so hard, that when I was met with nothing...I cried.
Honestly, I could have died.
Just laid crumbled in defeat, thinking "I tried..."
But I wasn't built that way, my DNA whispers inside my bones, "fight another day".
So I pulled myself up with tough love and determination to find another way.
I began filling all my crevices with beautiful words, and writings that made me feel heard.
I grew nerves, signed up for classes, hobbies, and wrote new words.
I let myself remember you fondly.
And when that hurt too much I wrote beyond it.
I tried love again and failed.
I missed you so much then I think I got kicked out of public places for how loudly my heart wailed.
I put on my cat-woman outfit and slunk to your aid.
And every time you left me behind to feel brainless over the messes I made.
And then you came back.
My heart flew to heaven, and grew addicted to you like crack.
Then you shot it, an angel that only basked in your presence.
It's falling to earth, bleeding from your lack of reverence.
Right before your bullet pierced it, it listened to your soundtrack- a score of brilliance.
Now it hears no music at all.
Just memories of heaven, as its lifeless body continues to fall.