I recall moments
where the tears of the world
well up as oceans
inside my chest

I feel it heave, sigh
I listen to it wrestle and
groan, restless in the
wake of its wound

Let me be your river to
carry your pain
let me soothe your scars,
absorb the blood,
diffuse it within my
stream

Let me bear the bullet
strangled within the burden
let me mend you with
open arms, let me
breathe your fragrance
exhale the poison hurt

I will be your dark
so you can be my light

matchstick

i keep my pain
like crumpled little secrets.
most days i forget about the
cluttered mess littering
my hollow insides
but sometimes all it takes is a
sorrowed spark to ignite the
paper storm until my
secrets leave me scorched