Broken

Breathe me in like air, innocent

My fingers bleed. I've been writing too much

Preventing these words from searing my battered throat

And I can't even scream so I sketch your face

Each line was a cry, each curve bore blindness

Prevent my arms from failing

Limitless expressions

To your face I can't conform

But give hands the chance voice wouldn't have

It was the first time that our words kissed

But our lips, they didn't even touch

No skin on skin

The first time in my life that I existed

And each time that we breathed, we were reborn

We're reborn each time we

Each time we breathe

Each time we breathe

These nights were gaining strength

Yet losing ground. A short-lived grace

Your tongue!

I taste your ways with a pen in my hand

In my hand, in my hand

I taste your ways

Well in a matter of time

My life went from day to night

Incriminating textures

Where on Earth did you go?

What happened to us?

With this retouching paint

I will use a brush, apply it to your canvas

This was once a beautiful painting

Each lasting memory

Will control each word that I write

And I used to think that my hands could dance

I only needed to hold

To hold myself up

You were never a crutch as you tore me away

Like this fringed papers' edge

You were never a crutch

Each lasting memory controls each word I write

I used to think that my hands could dance...

But now I see my hand's been broken for quite some time

These memories impale the senses to this day

I'm broken