poetry for the poetic: 5

XXXIX

hold onto the good because the bad comes in waves. we've been meaning to say goodbye, but the hello is cutting into our skin. i've been keeping my secrets under my pillow, but each feather takes form into a regret i let tear away by my bedside. the overflow, the ocean by my bedside. if my stomach butterflies ever find a way out, do you think they'd return for the flesh on my skull? if i became poetry, do you think i'd still write about the sadness that comes with beauty? if life had a lover, would death give his heart up? hold onto the worst because the great comes in apologies. i'm sorry that I'm such a terrible person, I just wanted to love you. if love has a heart, will you explain the broken? if being honest could save us, then why are we all damned? i guess these words are nothing but words i won't be saying. i guess pain is just something we're all scared of feeling. i guess these feelings just want to pop my lungs and impale my heart. i guess i won't be calling this art. i guess i'm all fucked up again. tell me it isn't so. tell me when to let go of these words. tell me what it is to be in love again.