the tears of the ten thousand angels
I had never put faith in.
They cry for me because
of my fall from grace, through

your arms, and into the spit that
kept me from being dry.
I never knew of a love like this.
Now that I'm here, it only grows

stronger, yet I move
farther away. Confusion sets in
past the skin, only to
find paranoia and heartbreak.

Glass shards make your
heart, rusted dull nails
surround mine. Somehow, I stay alive
by focusing on my newborne

soul, and well, of course, you.
And in doing so, I
notice for the first time that
my birth defects

casts a reflection from your
heart. Now I find
myself in that place where the
rhythm of my hands reaches

for your love. And you
pull back.
I continue to drown
in the need for prayer. At some

time during my plummet you must
have hated me, scared me,
fell upon me, love me, cried
on me, beat me, and

cheated on me.
If not with you heart, then
at least your mind. However,
I was too numb

to feel it. I don't
mind if you say all of
this was true; as long as you do
not speak the words...