Nothing less tragic
Than unintentional pain
From speaking the truth
My fingers, considering
Traveled across the spines
So many, so fine
Needing to feel
Some quality
Straight and narrow
Not papered over
Hard-core
Look at You, there
But out of circulation
Not knowing why
I take you
From the forbidden shelf
Give you my time
Forget to return you
No care for the fine
My soul the General
Directing a blood battle
Commanding legions of voices in my head
Take no prisoners!
A Civil dissection upon shared territory
Pitting brother truth against father lies 
War already won
But war is hell, and this battle, more so
My aristocratic hands, hard evidence
My afire body, further proof
I’m fireproof and unquenchable
A knifesman and blacksmith to the bone
‘Tis most true to say
she was stolen away by
her integrity.
No knowing, anymore
No trusting
Houdini at the helm
While, wide-eyed and wondering
We write
These aches
These pains
These days
I promise
I won’t
I don’t
My mind
My body
My thoughts
Remain mine
Remain His
Remain forever
Before begins the countdown
A single opportunity abounds
Surely you see it
Before I seek a new galaxy
The last simulation
The door closing
Before bedtime today
Knock, You
I’ll deny the universe begging
All we’ve ever built
You recall you’ve done alone
Selfish memory
Be careful, Wildman
I’ll be forced to speak
A hello from my lips
You’ll be forced to hear
A smite upon your charm
Reminding these merged minds
That you strolled away
Your big words failed a love
Your wielded strength a boon
For broken hearts and homes
Original Thought Credit: “…they should’ve behaved better.” -Anne Lamott
