It's 5 am im laying in bed

My heart feels as heavy as lead

Can I just write with it instead?

Can i project whats in my head?

Alright lets see if it can be said.

Lets start at the beginning

Its been 5 years and still no beat

I feel like my heart is concrete

My life is automatic

Everything is the same

It doesent matter if theres sun or rain

Wake up and dance do my thing

Why do i still not feel anything...

Pull up my phone swipe left and right

All this has done is maybe fill a night

Not fix the void in my life

Turn to the page my soul as the ink

But still all my heart does is sink.

Another day another week

What is this mess is all I can think

Why would anyone even give me a wink

My screen lights up

Notification recieved

Who's this staring at me?

Nah it simply can't mean a thing

Next day same deal.

Is what im seeing real?

Nah it cant be im the damaged goods

Can't you see all these cracks?

Oh wait I hide it to well

Im sure i look swell.

Alright lets see where it leads I mean shes pretty

 

 

Thats something anyone can see

But theres no denying shes a mystery.

Can i look around the corners of this bend?

See what lies down the road ahead?

"Im broken too is what she says"

This stoic person strong and tall?

There is no way that she could crumble and fall

But no it's true if you look hard enough

You can see the chips and cracks in her heart

Even though its tough

How could I think it was only me?

Im starting to see the cracks in her seams

Two people cold and broken

Each one cornered by their own emotion

I dont want to start any commotion.

Here we are talking each day

Relating to our individual pain

But there weird this is the more that we say

The lighter my burden is in a way.

Another late night

Another set of texts

All i want is her caress

Don't say too much

Don't overshare

Don't say you want to play with her hair

Don't kiss her

Don't say the wrong thing

That inner monologue still screaming

 

Can I really say something?

Is it okay to be rebuilding?

One night I tell her these things

And how does she reply to me?

My screen lights up

My heart tenses back up

Her reply is something i couldn't make up

Something that I would have never though to read

She tells me similar things

But whats most confusing

Is for all the beauty and good I see

When she looks in the mirror thats not what she sees

Its just truly puzzling

"Im broken im shattered, theres just too many pieces scattered"

That's no problem is what ill say

There has to be some way

I should know i've been broken enough

Wait why don't i feel as rough...

We are the same

Circumstances change

Im silently reassembling a frame

Take your pieces and fill in the blanks

You have already recreated my picture

I close my eyes and i see your face

You make my heart race

This old machine that was broken down

Now won't stop pounding or making this sound

 

Hopefully these words echo and resound

Hopefully you see you are found

Dont be scared to let your heart pour out

Your cracks can be filled

I have a new mold

You put me back together 

Without even being told.

Was this poem for me or you?

Im starting to get lost too

I'll wrap this up with one more line

You are red

And I'm blue

What happens when you combine the two?