Sorrow unto the end, into evers

A cry
The design of the heart.

A shout
The labour of touting your soul, to the next.

Fight not within
But without the body.

Seek not a smile
But the laugh of another.

For the weakness
Is in the reparations.
The tired, weeping
Realisation.

You, Again

Dried tissues, cold wet towel
Not fighting cholera
The heart that mends itself.

Memories and you
Times together, too.

My heart sewed over your spot
My body remembers
What my heart forgot.

She forgot how to love.
She forgot how to trust.
She forgot how to hurt.

I never told you
I never thought I had to.

My heart used to say things to yours
She heard the answers.
She heard the answers, too early.

Too late, I said. Now.

You say, never.
Never again, I say.
Try all you want, I say.
I will try everyday, you say.
It doesn't work, I say.

So you try everyday.
And what good is it?
I still feel nothing more than nostalgia.
I remember why I loved.
I don't love.

Don't look at my eyes like they are attached to my soul.
Don't look at my body like it holds a beating heart.

I don't understand your answers, you say.
I don't listen to your heart anymore, I say.
I'm tired, I say.
I don't trust, I say.

I don't want to hurt you, you say.
You say like you mean it.
You say like you want me forever.
You say like you can reopen the wound.

I'm not wounded, I say.
But you want to cut me to make it hurt again.
You want to twist my heart to face the right way, again.

About face, but it won't hurt.
It's only blood and muscle.

To Please an Ego

Looks like freedom
Tastes like dirt.

Feels like company
Deflates like a shirt,
In the wind.

My Street

Beautiful by day, Drunken by night.

Traduction

I'm the [Mistress]
Of Great Britain
The beauty in the blue
And then black
For you, both?

Faking it

Truth moves faster than any lie.

Life

So it took me a while to get it.