our hearts hang from needles
needless to say
I hung yours in heaven with a rusted nail
skin so pale, infect as you pull
still beating
a sound of a voice still breathing
beauty in all the things you promised
I break me now, your words
"I hope you know I hate you"
heartache to heartache
I wonder what good ever came from a smile
perhaps all things were meant to drift
without end
and in this time it takes to the find answers
they will have drifted away in the wind