Author: Wanda Wesolowski
you’re the words i need when i can’t speak.
you’re the apple that falls far from the tree.
you’re the light in the sky that helps me see.
you’re the blood that pumps through these veins in me.
but the problem with love is it can’t be
cause you don’t think it’s worthy of the time it needs.
i left the milk on the counter and i woke to find
that it curdled like the blood flowing through my mind.
we are mirrors, we are stains… you and i.
still your posture isn’t perfect when you stand up straight.
and i thought this was worth it but made a mistake
when i loaned all my pennies to the girl on the street,
she took them in her weak hands and smiled at me.
oh, she smiled at me.
but all is well within the house of hell and lies
all that’s left to do is rest that head at night.
i’m a drifter thats my role in all your lives
but you promised me a home i could live inside…
a permanent resident of your heart and mind.
still the numbers come in doubles and i can’t forget
how you told me all your troubles on the night we met
the car that cut me off and nearly caused a wreck
was your same make and model only painted red
as the blood flowing through me, as the blood i bled.