Everything seems well and good.
Until you remember, you have always held you body
as a beacon heralding harm
And darkness resides in corners you don’t know, waiting to creep up into your heart
And your heart, it’s an iron walled cage
with a gentle, sensitive soul.
It hurts and it hurts so it twines iron around itself, keeping you in, holding you close.
I think love scares us because to be without it, is to be empty
And we are so scared of losing what makes us feel special.
But I think we forget sometimes,
that what you love never leaves your side.
It is immortal; It stays
as a wisp of memory hanging on your lips, waiting to be uttered
resting beneath your eyelids, teasing your imagination time and again
In the sounds, and the voices and the music that you hear
dancing to tunes you didn’t know were ringing in your head.
“There has to be a way to fix everything
a magical glue that sets the world right
every broken heart, every broken dream
every broken bone, and every broken link
magically glued to work right
Everything lost found again
Everything that hurts, fixed with time.”