Shed Your Wound

I force myself awake

Your heart is in my hands

Forlorn figures assemble

Your heart is pulsing in my head

Give me eyes to see

The broken pieces assemble

This will remain

The stories robbed from me

They will remain

I still feel

I remember

The city, the house you built

It’s getting harder to be here

But your cordial arms sway me to sleep

Your heart is in my hands

The pulse, remains in my head

The city streets are warping as my mind lies under rooftops.

I can’t seem to find the edge

I used to reach for the surface, but maybe I’ve found beauty? Maybe I’ve found heartache? Colors mix into soil as we tilt back to earth. I can’t find beauty in this.

Shed your wound

I’ve been suffering sleepless nights, clouded days, endless pain

I’ve been counting scars in dark lit rooms

Shedding wounds that look like you

Shed your wound (X2)

I still hear you

Shed your wound

I remember

The broken pieces assemble

This will remain

The stories robbed from me

They will remain

I still feel you here