6. “Half Heart”
lips scarred with rust; you walk each mile
back in your home, you once were whole
young, but alone--a vacant soul
his half heart would never tell him
the dreamer was not misunderstood
his half heart could never love him
or tell him truth a mind never could
with every drag you inhale regret
luck’s all you have, but you forget
start taking notes--you’ll find sharp teeth
in his dresser when God goes to sleep
his half heart will never be true
resurrecting fear in every choice
his half heart is not above you
neither loud nor soft in its dark noise
his half heart could never love him
his half heart could never love him
his half heart could never love him
his half heart could never love him
his half heart could never love him
his half heart could never love him
his half heart could never love him
his half heart could never love him