#love #life #writing

Beautiful Mess

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2015

When I can’t find a heartbeat

deep inside your chest

When I can’t find a life

in this beautiful mess

I scribble words on paper

and hope they make sense.

 

I know, I know

nobody else

is this tied up inside

each and every

minute of every

hour of every

day.

 

I hide inside

a corner of the

twisted file cabinet that is my mind,

scribbling,

agonizing,

tossing paper birds out windows

and still I can’t reach you.

 

It’s a maze of

cheerful little white lies

to get her out of trouble,

hoping the next day

she’ll love me more.

 

It’s an endless cycle of

squeezing my fist

so hard it hurts,

hoping that somewhere

there will be a light

around the corner.


It’s a life of my

fake photographer smile,

each and every

minute of every

hour of every

day.

 

I panic in the corner of the

twisted file cabinet that is my mind,

scribble a simple phrase,

toss the last paper bird out my window

and wish wish wish.

 

A paper bird

Touches lightly on your window glass,

floats softly down to the sill

and I hold my breath

as you let it in.


Green eyes skim the paper,

a simple four words.

Hidden behind the curtain

in a shadow of anticipation

you catch my eye

and somehow, finally

I reach you.

 

But still,

once in a while

I can’t find a heartbeat

deep inside your chest

and I can’t find a life

in this beautiful mess

so I scribble words on paper

and hope they make sense.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

Written 5/19/15

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