Pieces When She Falls Poem by Nicky Tatem

Any port in a storm she said. I was the only thing to cling to in a sea of stormy sadness. In the tempest of her eyes I am as broken as her promise. Rent and splintered as the skies, she as cold as my caress

“Won’t you keep me warm? ” she said. I am convenient and just glad to be here

You see, I just can’t live without the heart-ache
It’s the sign that I’m alive sometimes
To be me, it’s less pain to give than take
It’s like hell to be alive sometimes

She’s on a high again, and I am left here on the ground while she soars, while she soars – and I will only get the pieces when she falls

You see, I just can’t live without the heart-ache
It’s the sign that I’m alive sometimes
To be me, it’s less pain to give than take
It’s like hell to be alive sometimes

She’s all apart again and I am the closest thing to hurt when she hits, while she hits – and I will only get the pieces when she falls

I wear her bruises on the inside – it’s my reason, it’s my cause, my arms can’t reach her as she’s falling but I will fit her back together, kiss the pieces, heal the splinters, wear the bruises, bleed and shatter when she falls

You see, I just can’t live without the heart-ache
It's the only sign that I’m alive sometimes
To be me, it’s less pain to give than take
It’s like hell to be alive sometimes

All and ever again..


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Jan 16th 2005