The Mess That We Are.

We wear anxiety in our heads
Like a crown which has known wars
Which has fought the world and scarred the lands long forgotten
Which has known numbness to it's core.

We wear our hearts on our sleeves
And even though we've been pricked too many times
We're still willing to trust you,
With all we're left with of ourselves.

We fall in love and we make LOVE
In a way that the world stops rotating,
And the lights shut themselves
Purity, we call it. Mistakes, you do.

We make love. And you take all of it
Crumble it and throw it in the bin we ash our cigarettes in.
And we? We still hold your chests against ours to feel your cold heart beat
For that is all that keeps ours beating.

You call our love fake, and call us sluts
And we keep loving you from a distance.
We keep praying for you at every holy place we go to
We tell gods to keep an eye on you and protect you from all evil
And you tell people how we've been smothering you.

We love, as you betray, and use, and shatter us.
Because that is pretty much all we've known.

We wear masks which know only smiles on our ugly faces
And fragility on the insides of our souls that know only weeping.

We wear insanity in our arms as we walk towards our graves
Which you only keep digging- deeper
For just as dearly we know love
You know hate.