As I walk in my shadow
Spewing words of pain

Floating over a razors edge
Already dripping with my blood

Trapped in darkness, unable to move
Blaming God for all I've been through

Is it me or does satin have me
Can I be helped, can I break this spell

Is there a God, or is it a conterfit thing
I will now pray to this god

To please heal me

I miss your wrists;
and the way they unhinge
at the cliff edge of my shoulders.
I miss standing breath to breath,
close enough to feel your heart
making music against my chest.

And no one saw her hurting
They saw glimmering reflections of themselves
Off the broken shards that she was made up of

I must confess!
I have loved the moon
more than,
I can ever love the sun.
That’s what kept me warm
on the starless nights-
in those nights,
when clouds were thick
heavy and tight,
in those times
when rain poured
and poured,
tiny wet meteorites
unstoppable floods of pain
that crashed
in my flesh and heart.

I must confess!
I loved her too much
and all of her shapes;
I loved her insanity
that once in a month she gave;
I loved her moves
even when she went away;
I loved her, I loved her,
I know…
I deserve to be called insane.