Do you know how to love?

I don’t think you know how to love,
because your eyes aren’t shining
when you speak of love
while your hands are trembling.
When this pitiful town falls asleep
and comes so perfectly silent
I’ll lay awake and wonder;
are you man or are you broken still?

I find it so hard
to seep in the venom your eyes are dripping
though my heart seems so prepared
to drink the poison you painfully leak.
I cannot tighten my fingers around the bricks
I need to pull from the walls surrounding
for my bones have tragically fractured
due to your liquid hearts massive forces.

This is the weight of my heart
the heaviest of all
pulling wires
and placing traces of hope in your bloody hands.