The Heartbeats That Broke The Silence.

Beat.
        Beat.
Beat.

There were the nights where my heart beat would echo in the thickest of silence.
Those were the worst; the moon’s light would even dance in my tragedy.
I’d smile just to show an elusive presence,
Even though on the inside I was:
BREAKING.

& he’d never know.
Oh, he’d never know.

At times, the rain that fell so conspicuously inside made intricate jail cell patterns.
I’d hold my fingertips out to enjoy it, but the window built a wall between now & forever.
I could fall inside the mud puddles, but never the clouds.

Beat.
        Beat.
Beat.

I swore I’d die staring blankly at the back of the front seat.
My jeans crumpled tightly in my fingertips, blood in between my teeth.
A light shining so brightly on a child made of so much darkness.

& he said he knew.
Oh, he thought he knew.

Yeah, I’d down those pretty little pills just to force some kind of conscience.
Sometimes they’d make me think the corny lines you said were true.
Other times they just left me waiting for more pills.