melancholy breathe

 
insulted grief what do you have to do with me?

in the eternal scorn I hurt too
make some room for my sorrow
melancholy is on her knees
such a painful little sprite
sadness speaks of my loneliness
it is a sad tale

commingling in the doubt cast by the shadow of a man
I am sacrifice taking your hand
lending you some comfort in your distress

coffee and cigarettes

choking on my humiliation to be so needful
tiny redeemer is faith in you
salting my wounds are my confessions

a word at a time breaking the chain of shame
seeding my self esteem with hope
nurture is the offering of some man

succor to the want
talking to the madness you usher it back
the walls topple
and I am freed