Tomorrow is Another Yesterday

When you know how to twist the cord
To fix the short in the faulty wire
Where it folds at the fickle angle
needed to hold a charge
through the short in the plug
just to make it through tomorrow

you can use a goddamn hug.

That’s what my love feels like these days.
I’m wasting away
Wires fried from broken dreaming
Anxiety always screaming
while the future
slipped quicker
from me.

I write when I can’t breathe
I sing when I can’t sleep
I want what I can’t seem to have;
some hope when things seem bleak
There’s no escape
   but my heart chases away
     into freedom
        without me