chain mail hearts

We’re not meant to live in chain mail isolation
Cupid’s arrow strikes unwanted
even the hardest of metal hearts

I’ve spent so much time trying to convince you
that I’m not normal
you make me feel normal

Despite all the metaphors poets favour
I don’t have the words inside me
to try and describe the gift of that suffering
how it grows me unsane and unpredictable

There is no fairy tale child inside me
hoping for a happily ever after
though the wisps of your voice
almost made me believe
that the day after tomorrow
will be a better day

Don’t you know
tomorrow never comes
while we swim in the perpetual depths
of today

I’ve been looking for a beating heart
I was looking for yours
and I found it in the decay of yesterday

You know me, and sometimes
I think
that maybe
I know you

I tried so hard to convince you
that I’m not normal
and even when the dreams fade to consciousness
you make me feel normal

No... we’re not meant to live in chain mail isolation
Cupid’s arrow strikes unwanted
even the hardest of metal hearts

And he found mine
scrambling like a spider across a broken web
trying to piece my world back together
among the thoroughfare of this modern age
where love is just a word and my body’s no longer sacred
lying in the arms of forgotten and forgetting flesh

We’re pure and innocent
beneath the depths of our perversions
our childish hearts afraid and yet knowing
it is no life if it is a life lived alone

Because we’re not meant to live in chain mail isolation
hoarding our hearts in locked metal boxes
fearful of prying open the lid to find the essence
of all we could be

Cupid’s arrow strikes unwanted
even the hardest of metal hearts

And he found ours
dented and covered in rust  
but not irreparable
given the chance to beat outside a box

© Indie Adams 2013