Matchsticks
I lost you for a bit.
The sh*t kept piling high.
And I buried you to protect you
In a deep-blue perfect sky.
I felt the insatiable lust.
The self-trust came tumbling down.
My wonderful world of matchsticks
Meticulously burned to the ground.
I made hopeful wishes.
The glitches soon spread wide.
The nervous system crashes,
Overwhelmed by well-planned lies.
So what is this I’ve been running from?
This fear, this guilt, this pain?
When I find every reason
To despise tears like the rain.
Can these feelings serve to remind me
That I can’t be right or wrong?
Will they wash and muddy together,
Forever as a bond?
I may be flawed and floored.
Still, will relearn to love myself.
And rebuild my matchstick masterpiece
Find my route to happier health.
