By Avery Robertson

I could sing you a song,
telling you of my pain and loss,
or the moments of truth that were lies,
the times I fell apart and felt useless,
broken, unspoken forevermore.

I could dance for you
in the neverending circles that replace my beating heart,
die in the seconds that bore holes in my head,
turn and shriek that life is unfair,
tell you how I was stomped and crushed.

I could talk to you about
how my life was shattered far too soon
in the wind, how unfair it was,
or how I thought love was something
you could hang your hat on, and find
it unripped the next moment- but why should I?

should I lie to you,
should I pretend to be perfect,
would you like me better if you knew
I had never felt the sting of betrayal,
or saw darkness where the sun should be?

No! I will stand against the storms
of life and love, bottle in hand,
pills on the nightstand to give me
pseudo sleep, devoid of the dreams
that always devour me in the nightmares
of what was once you and I.

Yep... this heart once had a grip on what was necessary,
but I somehow lost my hands on the wheels of fate,
falling asleep in farewells, dying inside,
a debutante of decadence, I ran with the pack,
those who are on the endangered list of life and love.
I will kiss friendship hard on the lips,
and do somersaults if I should ever hear you say
every word you should have said to me
before you let loose the chaos of broken love.

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