Always the fool

I don't know what you're saying-
It's like your written words are a rush of white noise
While my voice
Has gone coarse
with things I have asked too many times

So remind her how to breathe
Go on, make her believe
What else is there to hold on to,
When we stand on such shaky ground?


I don't know what you're saying-
Your written words are a rush of white noise
And I know a girl, poised-
Waiting
To catch your truth in all its varying shades
Holding tight
With her cut up fingers and cut up hands
Hoping
to feel whole again.