Stoplight

It's just the way
it tears
me apart
the way you just
break my heart
It's no matter
what words can say
what actions are
out to play

Imagining futures
ecstatic possible
scenarios
toughen me
heart pieces
hoping
echoing the
words spell out
for me to soak in
except my armor
didn't save me
but kept me numb

Grew a second
skin
resentments win
possibly
complicated files
insides count
stock in soul-feeding
improving
not hindering
positivity in the
word of being
lovingly

Steady

How you think of me
is quite intriguing
what you see is
something I might
believe in

would you think
of me the most
ever in your day
stop to think
but not to say

keep your lips
so quiet and slow
what you think
can spill into
where we will go

Funny How

Funny how heart sadness
Can convince the rest of you
You're out to get madness
From feet to hands and in between
The small spaces filling up
Achy and sore in the face so mean

Funny how a bit of drowning
Can make you grasp the air above
Both hands outstretched in mourning
Your senses lost completely
Filled with numbness and fake smiles
Every face is utterly blurry

Funny how a bit of silent suffering
Can cause everything to slip away
People talking around is just buffering
Truth and hurt in great leaps abound
I pray jump over me today again
Because the strength losing is not found

Funny how the lying and heavy honesty
Can chip away all your faith in this life
But only your hands physically do break me
One leads to another and a backstory so pale
Which all gets read and reread mentally
The steps traced here to unsteady the fail

Funny how a wee bit of hope here
Can open your eyes and give a breathy sigh
Hold my hands and my heart in your palms near
Kindness only kills if you do it to hurt me
Because with the one chance its taking all
The smiling and love energy within to even be me