I always believedI would remain a placeyou call homeno matterwhere you wentor with whomnow I find myselfstanding on the shorestaring at an empty seathe sun is settingI have no morereasons left to smile
there are peopleyou should not return towho would have youtearing your heart outfeeding them tenderlyfortified on loveas you bleedthey turn a blind eyefor they must feed
today I am that girl on the trainred notebook, blue penscribbling your namedo you even knowI want to sink my teethinto the side of your palmdo you even know youhold my heart in those hands
I wear my watches stopped, all of them.each year my sister replaces herswith newer designs, gives me one or twothey've stopped, she says,repair them.I nod my head, wear them as they areremembering how your heart stoppedhow your heart was stopped.
I did not see this joy comingit covered its tracks well –dreadful timingunwarranted absencessudden withdrawalsselfish silencesdrunken delusionsthis messy trail of clothesyou watching me, silentlyfolding themsmiling.
how will my heartlet go of you –who will tell it to?I dare not listen tothis fearful tattooit now beatsone day it will hear of youloving someone elsebreak again all at oncefor now let it hold on to youand break slowlyevery day
you saw me standing in the rain I guess you had to have your wayI was lying in your sunshineuntil you swam awayopen the floodgates I'm drowning open the floodgates set me free you turned off the lights and music turned the waves on in my veins I crash upon your shores now you just smile and walk away open ...
you walked into a baryou walked into a bar and you forgot to phoneyou walked into a bar and you forgot to phoneso I phoned youI phoned you and askedhow you walked into a bar and forgot to phoneand you started explaininghow you were there in the barwith the men talking business you explained business to mebut mansplaining takes time so I heard herI heard her.
this is a story for our children—how I surrenderedwith a simple 'you win' and walked so far in, your heart screaming 'run' followed, only to find a love that makes you crydepth and tendernessan intimacy unimaginednow you won't apologisefor dreams of childrenwe won't have
I have startedthinking abouttime againit does not help mebut it helps meunderstandbecause time – time can measurehow hearts workin silence, space, distancetime can measure lovein that measurementI can understandloss
when you look at meI look at me through your eyesI see you see the scarsand cover me in something changing mefrom more than just open woundthrough your eyes I am more completethan I have been since I was a child
this is a story for our children—how I surrenderedwith a simple 'you win' and walked so far in, your heart screaming 'run' followed, only to find a love that makes you crydepth and tendernessan intimacy unimaginednow you won't apologisefor dreams of childrenwe won't have