The weaving of my soul
The darkness I inscribe
The trembling of your hands
As they interlace with mine

The secrets foretold
The number of times I've wept
The echo of my whisper
In the haunting prospect

The hugs I donate
Wrapping my arms around
Their sunken dreams
Not yet found

The posters on my wall
The pictures lacking a better story
And the ones that have never faced
Unexplainable and unthinkable glory

The time I held my breath
So my fear became quite mum
When anyone could see my frayed esteem
But the beatings came out like a rhythmic drum

The "I love you's" that I've uttered
Blanketed in lies
The "I love you's" I've avoided
And still don't quite know why

The imperfect smiles and the crooked teeth
The mints I've swallowed whole
The laughs that didn't scurry
And the time left to grow old

The veins peeking through
My scarred skin at night
The blood pumping within
Infusing me with life

The words considered favorites
The questions with no answer
A few stagnant lines
And insignificant banter

The planes I didn't catch
The times I've escaped death
Those whose deaths I didn't face
Whose solid hearts commenced

The clicking of my pen
When my nerves defeat my brain
A civil war inside my head
Where pain plays its familiar game

The service gone unmentioned
And the thanks I couldn’t choke
The twisted world I live in
Or the one my thoughts provoke

The snapping of my fingers
Urging you toward me
The resistance of my lips
To simply just proceed

The money I've lost
That wound up on the street
The scoldings I've earned
And the days I've been left meek

The friends abandoned
Through my demented brain
Who were too nimble to face
This torturous game

All the dreams and visions alike
Every part of me
Every ounce of courage
That decided not to flee

The stories fabricated
Should not go astray
To the evil hands of a mind
Never knowing what to say

The mind that does not forgive
And has no mercy on me
Can't recall all the stories
That shape who I’ll be

So if that is lost
If I am incomplete
What is the point of crying
Between my tattered sheets