Writers block
Rainbows colored in drug store chalk
On the front porch
It’s all a little bit messy
With immaculate surfaces and seeming works of art
In between the cracks it slips
This false idea of love
The womanizer, the trickster, the beast I thought I could tame
We are one in the same
Welcome to the match
that became the flame
And burned through the tornado
And I’m the one to blame
So go ahead and blame me
write it off as batshit crazy
I tried to read between the lines
Of the love they never gave me
Mom, Dad, where are you now?
When I need you the most
What the fuck.
Sidewalk chalk, said too much again
Wash it off because I want a fresh start
My heart?
Spread eagle and dripping
A messy immaculate design
The surface slips through the cracks of time
What’s left is the depth
Carried by the current of tears I wept
A boat of hope
A ray of sunlight
A healed wing
A song to serenade you
From the storm of your own existence