To break open the heart

to crack the ribs

to peel skin

for screaming limbs

to squeeze arteries

to gush blood

to breath in society’s dying love

And what's left? Some may ask,

we’ve bled reality

been left stained by tragedy

our expectations left crushing perceptions

but its all been deception

And what's left? Some may ask,

once we’ve realized the hearts fate

under crushing weight our bones carry

And what’s left? Some may ask,

when we’re defined by test scores

cracked by our peers chores

bleeding through the sewn skin without gauze,

there is no cause

And what's left? Some may ask,

What’s

Left?

This is what we’ve forgotten:

This is life.

to break open the heart

to crack the ribs

to cure the veins

to heal the stains

to never quit when heart cries

for all we are is more than tries

more than failures

more than regret

we are meant,

to

live

for

more

And what’s left? Some may ask,

when we are hiding behind our pain

enclosing ourselves in veins

Nothing

We have nothing until we are vulnerable,

to love is to let the heart beat in the cracked empty chest until revival causes life,

to be vulnerable is to love,

to break open

the heart