Our Own Voices

Body To Die For
Originally uploaded by you can't see crazy.

In the mornings,
we would fight about all kinds of shit.
None of it was important,
but more often than not
I would arrive at my desk
with a tear-stained face
and a repressed scream
burning
like
heatburn.

Love, at times, is something that dulls the pain
just long enough for forgiveness to come scraping in.
It gives us what we need to center
and move on.
Repeat as needed.

There always is someone inside of you
that will never let you go.
In their heads,
the lucky have voices
that aren't their own.