make-up

i still pause every now and again, shocked

that anything should give me hesitation.

it still doesn’t quite make sense that

your unhappiness, even in the midst of my anger AT YOU,

should move me with such alarming strength.

 

never before have i been

unable to withhold reconciliation;

it was always a move of pity, never

one of love,

not like now, where my heart crumples if i cannot end the stony silence

and hold you.

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tame

Struggled through another dawn, another break of blood and brawn

Cracked my own bones, split my own veins

Broke up my courage just to remain

And then I gave

my life

Away.

until i could breathe under concrete and grain

Praise

I am good for nothing else

Riddled with agony, an aching mess

Of cuts and gaping wounds, trauma and

Bruises

Just threaded together, barely, by the strings of your grace.

Nobody can know me as You do, so I burn to know you

When the tidal wave of nothingness climbs its way into my lungs

There is nobody to give me breath except for you, King

You are the only reason I still sing