I see that you are pain
And I have writer’s block
Maybe I’m in a coma again
I’m hoping that you come out of this
The raw nerves, the memories represented in scars
They have made you a bit bitter
You feel as though you have nothing left to give
You’re praying that these sensations are fleeting
But it is starting to feel like you are never going to change
Like a Caterpillar stuck in it’s cocoon
Like a raven that became it’s own prey
I’ve been spending my nights
Inebriated, screaming at the stars
Hoping for an epiphany
Broken not from one swift motion
Broken from the build up of bruises
Sculpted in all the wrong places
I hope that you find heaven on this plane
At that point, gold don’t mean a thing
Just know that I love you
Inspired out of “what?”
I do not know
