Sharp Edges and Brused Whispers

Confusion
is the conflict
between understanding
and complete rejection.

So thank you
for worrying
about my words,
but they do not want
to belong in a straight jacket.

I remember
the night
you punctured my lungs
with the edges of your smile,
and with our first breath
we woke
to a war zone.

I can't count
how many times
you've tried to teach me
the tears
of soldiers,

but sometimes
I worry more
about the ones
they leave behind.

So we howled
memories of
"Please don't leave me"
to the moon,
cause I know
it must be lonely
to be the guardian of the sky.

Trust me,
I've planted
far too many
bullet holes
within my mind
to believe
in beauty.

So lets drink
to insanity,
just to remind ourselves
that life
is only a lost cause
if we let it be.

I pray
that you finally
learn to love,
so that I
may drown
in the sound
of your heartbeat.