It Will Turn Out Okay, Quite Good Okay

It will turn out okay, quite good okay

hate how she strokes my strands

silky smooth- no more strands

her fingers comb through those knots

it would hurt if something didn't hurt more

no, it won't be okay

nothing will be okay

not when everything is this way

if I could I would grab her fingers

and tell her to trace the edges of shards

so they bleed and bleed

like mine

and then I want her to tell

it's okay, it's quite good okay

when the flesh of your fingers are raw from scratching

searching

bleeding

for the finding of truth

when pain wouldn't pain because you know why it's there

when hurt wouldn't hurt because you know how to make it go away

when knots wouldn't kill when untied because it belongs that way

just hate how she strokes my strands

the knots in my heart, it hurts

no, it isn't good okay

but deep inside the flaming chamber

where red and runs never end

it knows

though now it isn't

one day it will turn out okay

quite good- perfect okay