Maps

I wasn't going to post anything else tonight, but here goes.

I've made enough fuckups along the way

To know the difference

Between a laugh line and a mistake.

 

Our hearts are engines left to rot,

Like rubbernecking highway backups

And I'm a chip on the world's hard shoulder,

 

As the sun burns away clouds,

Like love letters

And we give up the ghost of rain.

 

The only things I stare at more than you

Are my face and my knuckles

And only because they're more readily available.

 

When I look in the mirror,

I think about train crashes

Where the conductor sees it coming

But he just. can't. stop.

 

And how the wrinkles in the corners of my eyes

Remind me of the map I keep on my bedside.

 

I think that maybe, if I stared long enough,

I could read them like my palms

 

Or my mistakes, measured by marks on my fists,

Mass graves for shards of mirrors and walls

Who've seen far better days,

 

That if I were clairvoyant

I could map the stars

With the lines of my scars

And the pain in my heart,

 

That I would understand my gypsy blood

And why I'm always running away

 

And decide that I am more

Than the sum of my mistakes.

Reviews

[DarkRainbowPie]

Powerful piece, quite cryptic, you've gotten lost in your thoughts with this one and I like it :) Great ending.

[lyss]

"And decide that I am more/ than the sum of my mistakes." This is something that I think everyone should do because it is so important to accept yourself.