Open Heart

I’d open your heart with such surgical skill

Fortress

I sit perched on the edge of a mountain;
On the ruins of safety once clung to for life.

There’s a doorway where I lay;
What lies beyond, I cannot say

The social butterfly,
The hermit,
The lover the son the friend; pretend.

Dandelions waltz as we poison our thoughts
With each other’s.

Saying goodnight over and over;
Trying so hard
To not try at all.

Sat atop a pedestal of peerlessness;
Look down, scoff, at all of their cheerfulness

You’re not leaving the house,
Looking like that.