it's the strangest thing,
being between breaths and just
a finger's length apart,
wondering if maybe
the heart is not such a necessary

a trinket of sorts, perhaps
kept on a string
or encased in stone?

A diamond ring?

And here I am lost between clowns
and frowns and all the things
that turn my life upside down
and I've been down and out
can't get out of bed
everything hurts

the nightmares carry over
to cloud the sun with doubt
and I cant help but imagine every
little ridge on your finger tips,
feeling them on my skin

I fenced in these emotions
but somehow Im missing you again
my secret love,
my only friend.

Sometimes words can be deciving.