Forever June

xix. exit wounds

i'm not okay.

i can't paint the dreams in my head
because the watercolor smears
and blurs the beautiful tones.

i can't voice the sweet melodies
because the flat notes i sing
flow beneath your skin.

i can't dance away my fears
because the ground i stand on
is soaked with silver tears.

i can't write the story of our life
because the mess in my head
can never be translated.

i'm not good at much,
but i'll try to be better.