I awoke this evening
and fell through the window
she left open under my soul.
I could only imagine what caused the cracks in her heart.
Thou I've acquired the tools to fix them;
she made me promise I wouldn't start.
.
My eyes quickly closed
as the drops of cool night rain
began to show their face.
These roof tops spoke of pain.
Familiar only to some,
though left unrestrained,
would infect all available space.
.
As darkness filled the sky from broken street lights,
every inch of my body screamed of insecurities
purchased from a life of quiet nights.
Arguments echoed against weather stained walls,
walls that drained sunlight from the air,
air that no longer guaranteed a soft fall.
.
Help is on the way,
if she continued to keep standing.
Standing is the remedy
for those accustomed to rough landings.
Hostility because her hands are red,
pondering outcomes of last impressions.
.
An impression that I can no longer accept as predestined.
Only to realize I've made an attempt at this before.
Gripping failure,
yet stopping just before the door.
I'll stay on this exhilarating path I started on,
Beating blood red,
no more will those cracks be ignored.