Telling the Truth

Placing real life stories

In fictional settings

Is almost as fun as telling the truth

So forgive me love

For my servant’s heart

I’m a little like Mary and a bit like Ruth.

I carve the breath in my lungs

Shaping the words I want to say to you

Each one is detailed craftsmanship

But all are see-through.

I can hold each letter but you’re too numb to feel the syllables

By now you should know better than to expect the unpredictable

Love keeps slipping from my lips

Like the silk dress from my shoulders

Warmth is in my fingertips

But my eyes grow colder

I never thought this would be us

Growing bitter, growing older

I thought that we had all we needed

I thought that we were golden.

My Heart in My Mouth

The boy who taught me to feel

Was the same boy who broke my heart

What a sadist.

The boy who gave me those songs I love

Was the reason I stopped listening to them

Oh how selfish.

Oh how selfish.

With my heart in my mouth

I can taste all the bitterness it holds

I try to lift up my prayers

But I’m crushed by the weight of my soul

And through all of these struggles

My body is growing so old

I search in the dirt for glory

I destroy myself looking for gold.

The world that welcomed me in

Is the same world that has just thrown me out

What betrayal.

The world that once was my home

Has moved somewhere else without warning

This is hell.

This is hell.

With my heart in my mouth

I can taste all the bitterness it holds

I try to lift up my prayers

But I’m crushed by the weight of my soul

And through all of these struggles

My body is growing so old

I search in the dirt for glory

I destroy myself looking for gold.