You need to know
all that’s in my heart
while you’re collecting what’s left
of your own,
re-arranging the pieces to find who remains
after hurricane Me
tore through.
You need to know
I’m fully empty
and starving for what wasn’t.
You need to know
it won’t last long—like all loyal dwellers of our village
at the base of Mount Tomorrow,
we’ll rebuild our organs, without
splitting an Atom.
You need to know
so my mind can set free
the dove that was shot with my mistake.
You need to know
I’m not trying to be selfish,
and I know trying at all buries selfless
success.
You need to know
I thought it was true,
that it could have been and Life called our
bluff.
You need to know
the peace will come
after this affective tempest halts.
You need to know
I’m doubting myself,
for I hear an echo of these words
from all four walls.
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