every day i fall apart,
bit by bit.
my heart’s ablaze —
i keen on writing
sitting at my desk
hour to hour,
the words blur almost like cheap watercolors —
i drink my beer, keep on writing
every day i lose a part of me
and with so many days gone,
i feel like plastic
washed ashore
in some deserted country no-one saw
and i don’t know
or i don’t want to know
what buttons i must click
to stop this game
of light and shadows
but
somewhere in space there’s another me
that can’t find her peace too.
she counts all the stars in the sky before falling asleep,
she’s always looking for the right words too —
in the drawer, at the desk, and in the clouds
one day she’ll wake up and see a field of flowers,
blooming in the morning sun,
her heart filled with butterflies, flapping their transparent wings.
she’ll sleep well —
her heartbeat even, and her breath steady,
not an echo of the pain in her back
i will break myself to find her,
i don’t know how much more it’s gonna take
but i will do everything i can
even if it means i have to give it all
all of my paralyzed dreams
and off-key songs
and poems no-one finds amusing
i hope that while i’m draining
she’s getting better
and finding more smiles in the bedroom mirror
and once she hears the music
she waited so long to hear,
full of fresh air and green grass,
with harmonies flowing in the air..
i hope she will be writing
i hope she will