tears

July 13, 2010

tears

if you lay your arm across my ribcage, you can feel these desiccated birdbones; perhaps you will wonder, like me, why they were just never light enough to fly.

maybe we were only chasing dragons, but if we keep trying, i think we can still catch one.  

i want you to look past these tears in my clothing and touch the skin of who i was, who i could be, and who i really am, but sometimes i become so pale that even i don’t know what part of me could be this cold.

if i asked you to, would you pinch me to make sure i’m not dreaming? 

these enigmatic eyes that i try so hard to hide are mostly filled with juggling clubs and picture frames, but maybe you’re the one who will understand what i mean when i think about how my life would be different if my irises were brown instead of blue. 

if you write your lyrics on my heart with indelible ink, i promise i’ll never forget the song.

maybe these stitches that were holding me together so nicely need to come out until i’m as tattered as queen-anne’s lace, and as pieces of me fall away like some beautiful anorexia, maybe, when it’s all done, you’re the one that i should ask to look inside me and see if there’s enough left to repair.

these yellow dandelions are my bouquet of white-elephant memories. 

this is me hoping that you don’t think they’re weeds.