There is no simple way to hurt.
The real damage is dammed, disrupted.
:inaudible:
We must change
This ending in every way.
***
Disease is psychological death.
Loneliness is a social one,
Where the old We collapses like a lung.
***
Some days, we just need a place
Where we can bleed in peace.
Our only word for this is
Poem.
***
There is no right way to say
How we have missed one another.
Some traumas flood passed the body.
An ache unordered by bone.
When we shift toward a kindred soul,
It is with the cut of all our lives.
Perhaps pain is like a name,
Made to sing just for you.
***
We issue an apology
From our warbling palms:
             We are still hurt,
But for now, we no longer hurt
                             One another.
There is no meek way to mend.
You must ruin us carefully.