Chalk Markings

you're crying
and as your tears drip down your cheeks
and turn the ground to dark,
how could you never wonder
if it was correlation
or causation;
if the tears made it all
real?

so now you're stuck inside your head
narrating your only dreams.
the endless broken melody
keep you awake
and restless
on edge.

run away
there is nothing here
to pin you down
so fly away
and find peace
where everything is broken
and you can blend in among the loss.
the pressure's building up inside,
and you need to find a way
to let it seep out on the floor
before it tears you apart.

but, at least you know yourself:
you see what can be seen.
though other people lean on each other
all you need is a tree.
and as you sit on broken glass
you come to terms with you
and remember what you've hidden inside
you have always been
your own.