I know a Girl

I know a girl,

with pain in her eyes

and sorrow in her soul

and regret in every fiber of her being.

I know a girl,

a very lovely girl

who hides much beneath

and no one ever notices.

I know a girl

with a shattered smile

with melancholy laughter on her lips

with scars on her soft, impressionable wrists

with doubt plastered upon her flawless brow.

I know a girl

who is “okay”

who is “fine”

who is just tired of this life.

I know a girl who is broken.

I love this girl who is falling apart. 

I know a girl I want to fix.

Inharmonious

We’re both musicians in this world of silence.

We’re both artists in this world of black.

We’re both humans in this world of beasts.

It would seem we match perfectly;

like a match to a fire, like a wave to an ocean,  like a ray to a sun, like a note to a harmony.

Well then, why can’t we harmonize?

We see notes as they fly by,

Yet why can’t we play them right?

Why can’t we play them right?

Why can’t we play them right?

Why?

We never play the same song.