You WIll Never Know That You Were Dying

August 31, 2008
Every day I look up and you're crying.
Words are falling,
puzzle pieces,
from your mouth.
Catch them in my hands,
Shove them in my pockets,
I wonder if you know,
That they never fit together.

Tell me why we've given up on the sun.
And now it only drips,
like lemonade,
through the cracks.
Fall into my mouth,
seep into my skin,
but you never realize,
if those places shine any brighter.

Close your eyes and listen to the blood drip.
It splatters on your windows every day.
Wipe it off your eyes and from your heart now.
Whisper that those lies can never stay.

If only you knew that you were dying.
That your life had splintered,
china shards,
upon the ground.
Then maybe you could grab them,
fit them back together.
If only you knew,
but you don't,
and soon you never will.

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