it's all so violent,
to live and feel connected.
the things we do
and say
and make
and break
in the name of love

how many times we've waited
for the dust to settle before
we stand up and brush
the wreckage from our cheek
only to fall again
and again
and again

how we fold ourselves
so deeply into each other
only to recognize the vacant space
they used to hold for us

and when unfolding feels like breaking,
and you fear the healing will never come,
and you start to see thru everyone you meet,
you'll go from nothing
to a new nothing.
and each time
the same things will rip you open