Catch Me Here at Midnight

Catch me here at midnight

reading all my favorite lines,

allowing gorgeous words to

cut me open with a crippling sharpness,

piercing through this void of darkness

pulsing through my veins.

I’m bleeding out emotions,

powerful and deadly,

streaming out like pitch-black

venom down my skin.

Now all the world can see

I’m teeming full of agony within

and found salvation in this fragile art

that saves and ruins,

that creates and then obliterates.

I just can’t help myself from

poring over pages that contain such riches,

letting my own heart be emptied out

onto the paper right before me

so that my pain can marry

the tattooed beauty of black ink

in tapping drops of tears

to commemorate such heartache.

This is me

crumbling to pieces in the face

of bitter truth and life and love-

and all the joy and torment of the world

together staring back at me.

This is the writer’s sword

we wield with utmost grace,

to tear apart the broken hearts

and sew them back together once again.

This is the knife inside my chest

as I begin unravelling at every seam,

just wishing I had half of the allure in me

as every perfect sentence bears.

So you can catch me here at midnight

reading all my favorite lines

falling fast asleep

next to wonders and lies.