The bottom fell out of my soul last night under the stars
And the big back nothingness that surrounds them
Shoved itself inside
Where a smile use to be.
My world, so carefully arrange, did a summersault and spun backwards on its head,
Then settled in the pit of my stomach, in
The place that dark things crawl from;
The screams and the tears would have come if I hadn’t held everything in with all I was—
I was once again alone
With myself, against the world and all it stood for.
Everyone in it was a hater,
As the demons took up their chanting.
But you:
You yanked me back to my senses,
And put the bottom back in.
I glared out from my window and found a different place...
Where I once ran too before I fell from grace...
My eyes saw something that blinded my decisions...
I leaned on a heart that was not purely inspirations...
All at once the bottom fell out and my cries began to sing...
I walked lightly through a mind field like a butterfly's wing...
Still my steps hit a few and my heart drained on the floor...
This shiny apple's beauty showed the bruises from the core...
The breeze shoots through my window like cold water on my face...
And then these thoughts scatter away leaving a nothing but a trace...
Trust was tested and faith was taken on a ride...
Looks from my window are now clear from the inside...
There is only one place to lean my heart and know it won't break...
Its here at home with my love in a place where there are no stakes...
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