One Damaged Soul to Another

nails go through wood like feelings. they simply make-way. but her nails creep up my neck to behind my ears. and when she glides her fingers through my hair, that’s when i know she feels at home. palpable creeks from the attic. here; beauty is the soul. how i’ve missed you so much. now it only rains on my good days. like when a boy you like, loves someone else. you can come and cry if you want to.

broken glass covers the kitchen floor. it’s a bright, monday morning. i stick myself with the shards left unattended. neck, wrist, back, anywhere they don’t check.

she runs late. spills her coffee. often makes mistakes. but you can’t claim my love died, if you were the one who killed it. but when things get rough, you lift her up. not put her down. and as you fall asleep, she cries awake. then asks me if i’m around.