ugly words are little and small
it’s no wonder I can’t say them at all
because I thought I had everything
but it all fell apart
and what’s the worth of misery
past a small bit of art
because failure is always an option
and every story has an end
but shouldn’t some last forever
and if not, what then?
because life would be easier
if life were easy
if love were easy
and it’s not
because hearts don’t fit like puzzle pieces
four chambers, a sanctuary, a cemetery
a court room, and a cell
a drumbeat borne from hell
because words written in private
cannot always be spoken in public
and ugly feelings
inspire ugly words
but sometimes the words hold beauty
in the hearts of ugly things
the hearts of ugly people
that taste bitter on the tongue
and squander
what was better held onto
because open hands
are a sign of welcome
and release