There are small deaths and cruel deaths.
Here, this is a slow death.
Nuture it, be careful, be gentle,
These things are all on you,
You know.
And remember
It’ll be there when you fail
And are alone.
You needed this,
You know.
I don’t remember ordering this
I know.
We know.
Yet here it is.
And we tell you all the same
And every day
You need to move
You know.
The shackles don’t exist
And don’t forget
To feed your fault
Here, there’s some fear.
You just need to try
You know.
I know.
Yes, you know
How often we tell you
And will tell you
Really, it’s not that hard.
Listen, listen, always heed
Us, care for that empty vessel
That second heart, that hides in the corner?
I tried shooing it out the door
It always comes back.
But I know this
I won’t feed it any more.
I think
It makes the writing harder
And I know
It empties me out
I know.