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Broken Heart Syndrome
You won't open up
You never did
The chances of you reaching out to me on this shifting tectonic plate
The same as jumping out an airplane window
But you never opened up and now it's too late
What part of my faults was too much to alleviate?
Breaking a vase to feel useful fixing something
Playing audio tapes of lost voices to solve a sin through the sting
Wrapping pinkies and melting silver to asseverate a promise ring
Well I promise that I'll never run away again
I'll never be a lost voice coercing your curiosity to listen
But she's gone and you have to face that
The replay button won't give a harsh truth like a man who's built you a house of trust
under an honest roof
Leaving the car running for a sense of destination
Carving “everything happens for a reason” into your wrists
And watching it repair
For a sense of mediation
Did the angels fall to help me, or fall to their deaths?
Weighted blankets feeling more like medieval torture devices
Crushing every part of me I've ever loved
And leaving a shell of bone marrow
and empty eye sockets stuck in a fixed position of staring at something above
I can’t tell if the angels fell to help me, or fell to their deaths
It's the fear of dying unaccomplished that single handedly gets me out of bed
Well I won't open up
I never did
And I don't know how!
It never seems to reach a still point, this town
And I can't get enough silence
With the cemetery of yearning voices in my head,
proving that spirits can be violent
I embodied my greatest achievement in a parade float
But I’m propelling it down an empty road
I’d have better luck getting a breath of fresh air
from an airplane window
Are you finding a breath of fresh air at the bottom of that flask?
Engulf me with mere seconds to relief
Like an anesthesia mask
Sunset full of cotton tinges of violet
As the outline fades around you,
My throat collapses to evade one last question
I'll never open up
I didn't know how and now it's too late!
Which one of my character defects was too arcane to anticipate?
Copyright ©
Matthew Bailey
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