there are poems inside of you
that paper cant handle
all stuck inside an urn
sitting on a mantle
filled with secrets and
dead promises and broken hearts
filled with lies and dead smiles
and painful remarks
there are poems inside of you
that paper can’t handle
stuck like your mind when your
favorite person cancels
because they really don’t
care if you turn to the ashes
and even, especially,
if your urn smashes.
what if i say i do know
the poems inside you?
not a soul can handle
the emotions it speaks for you
let alone my own self,
i’ll be goddammed
hang in there, hold my hand
shower those precious
words you have to say
for words can mean nothing
when spoken too late
maybe they don’t really care
maybe they speak falsely of what they see
there are poems inside of you
that paper can’t handle
stuck like your mind when your
favorite person cancels
because they really don’t
care if you turn to the ashes
and even, especially,
if your urn smashes.
what if i say i do know
the poems inside you?
not a soul can handle
the emotions it speaks for you
let alone my own self,
i’ll be goddammed
hang in there, hold my hand
shower those precious
words you have to say
for words can mean nothing
when spoken too late
maybe they don’t really care
maybe they speak falsely of what they see
maybe they don’t know anything at all.
so, they choose to stare from the outside,
only to leave you to yourself.
because;
there are poems inside of you
that ‘their’ paper cannot handle.
