Lowercase

You take solace
is the silent seconds
when the shouting
behind your eyes
ceases.
Pieces
of you on the floor
from the night before
are swept under the rug
or picked up and plopped back into place.
You're an empty space.
You're a fall from grace
and you vanished without a trace.
You're a proper noun in lowercase.
The sting's etched out
across your brow
like a beauty mark,
like a vow.
The breath in your lungs
now tastes so sweet,
when once the task
was such a feat.
But that piece of your soul
will not be missed
in exchange for the scar
along your wrist.

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This just puts together some of the lines floating around in my head. Not that this is a new topic for me or anything. You'd think after over two years, I'd be over it.








"I was hollow then 'til you filled me in. Now I'm empty again." - Rhett Miller Come Around

"To settle your debts you took a dozen steps or started on the path. Kept falling off when faced with righteousness. You couldn't work the math." - Kevin Devine Between The Concrete And Clouds

"But if they would kiss, there would be sparks...the beauty marks." - Old 97's The Beauty Marks