I realized that I make almost no sense.

it's the poetry
and the lies, the lies
in all the colors of beauty
and written word
heavy in chalk on my hands
the broken, the broken
you and I
and written word
heavy in ink on my hands
the blackened truth
hides sweetly in pieces of broken silence
spread like love
to the edges of us
I always tried to find you there
in the sharpness of your closed lips
it's all in written word
and still, I seek you, seek you out
it's all in shattered mornings
and fractured nights
when the quiet can only grace my ears
and break my heart
it's always been in written word
where I follow you to know you
and pull like needles
the love from your skin
always written word
only written word
and the heaviness you leave in my heart.