Things Have Gone Wrong Today
Part of me,
Is wishful thinking,
Is reading into the words,
Is beating heart and wondering,
If it’s my fault.
Time and time again,
I can’t keep my heart from bleeding onto my sleeve.
I wonder when I will be enough.
Give me something to write about.
Give me that smile I know means if I haven’t fallen yet I will.
Give me something I can write about,
Give me roses and stories and anything to make my heart soar.
I want butterflies with you.
There is a small patchwork journal in my lap,
I climb flights of stairs to reach the roof.
The sky is is the kind of blue only poets see today,
The cherry blossoms, the rough tiles under my feet.
Hearts of wood and water.
These are things worth fighting for.
I know the sound of the streets in Manhattan,
My heart races with the G into the Brooklyn night.
I wonder why life is drawn in subway lines,
Where the heart is that these veins seek.
Who am I to map this corner of the universe,
My balcony a fire escape, to your views of the East River.
I live in one city and hundreds at once.