which hurts worse the broken shards of glass?
or the lost sands of time?
i’ve laid down next to my blade
& stared too long at my veins
thought a better life was nowhere near
i remember the last words you wrote for me saying
i don’t know if I could give you my all
these mirrors don’t lie when i break them
no cliff could ever give me my needs
& my heart can’t bleed if i don’t give it to you
that letter i wrote with the first who loves you?
is tucked away with those feelings i shared with you
not enough fuel to burn my million memories away
i’ll take my scars & push my way
to whom i’m supposed to be
i’m drawing plans here for a much better place
for tomorrow, the memories of
you & i don’t seem fine & right
i race the track, i try only for first
sometimes downtime’s a good thing
to correct my path & something to believe
a split second of being someone else
could have me living someone else’s dream
in this moment, that i see, on this hilltop
is going on my canvas to fill my needs
bleed out these words for a better me
it’s okay that i’m not around
i had to live through the bad weather
to build the best of what i could be
this new bed is ready for me to dream
can’t make believe a world on how today went down
didn’t hold a soft, warm hand today
didn’t let anyone lie to me
didn’t think this new life
is for someone else rather than me