Taste

Fancy words of love
 won't get us very far, though
I can't resist one or two

Heroes need not apply

The heart is not a wound I am looking to heal
The doors of heaven are tearing open, using our souls as gateways

If ever I was broken
I've forgotten now
Seems as if I always was
This way

If ever I am torn,
As I am so often,
I will stitch myself back together
With an inconsistent understanding
Of how life works

Without, Within

No trace of your touch remains on my skin
Nowhere left in my hair that you hands have lingered
All of you is removed from me


All that's left now is this lightness of breath
An odd determination to live with my heart split open
A voice (of you) that urges me on, go on, don't stop, don't look back

Unsettled

This is not nothing
Every word I eke out is something

Every breath I manage in succession
Every step, in any direction

All of this, proof
Of something

Maybe it isn't enough
Probably, I don't know
How to do things any different

But never believe that I haven't tried
Don't belittle the strength it took for me
to do more than nothing

No secrets, no tricks up my sleeve
No fancy displays to attract your attention
Ugly and clumsy it may be, yet I show you
My everything