Anger used to deafen me,
Now it comes out in keystrokes,
With heated fingertips,
I write history,
Arrive (coat off) in my arms.
Float away from thoughts of what could’ve been done better.
Each scar, each scrape – each idiosyncrasy.
Dance around the room foolishly, own each minute of it.
Live for yourself,
Everything else? Just dust to wisp off your fingertips.
Whether fault belongs to you
Or in truth, may lie with me
It’s all about perspective
All that matter’s what you see
The contrast is stark,
Naked, breathing, bleeding.
Not lost in the delirium,
“Love is patient, love is kind,”
Said some sad sap before it all ended –
Love is lovely, but my soul is mine,
Dancing on a mountain side,
Alone under the fiery sky.