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Cinnamon Tears
I am broken:
The cracks in my heart
Letting too much in
And too much out,
Beating both ways.
I leak pain
And love
In both directions
In concentrated consistency
Like syrup strength angst
And desire
For a hand to hold,
Surpassing the LD-50...
Lethal dose,
Until I end up
All alone,
Swimming inside
A toxic waste tub of
Cinnamon tears.
I hurt
When I mean to
Show
How much
I feel.
Love always seems
A knife
That cuts both ways;
It is beautiful to feel
And horrible
When left
To itself
To ferment
And grow rancid
Like vinegar
Against old open wounds
And nobody ever knows
What to do with it;
Especially me.
The cracks in my heart
Letting too much in
And too much out,
Beating both ways.
I leak pain
And love
In both directions
In concentrated consistency
Like syrup strength angst
And desire
For a hand to hold,
Surpassing the LD-50...
Lethal dose,
Until I end up
All alone,
Swimming inside
A toxic waste tub of
Cinnamon tears.
I hurt
When I mean to
Show
How much
I feel.
Love always seems
A knife
That cuts both ways;
It is beautiful to feel
And horrible
When left
To itself
To ferment
And grow rancid
Like vinegar
Against old open wounds
And nobody ever knows
What to do with it;
Especially me.
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