It's Deafening When You're Gone

Torn left
and left aching -
torn right
and right on.

Right on the spot
for where it hurts most.
I ache where the bruises blot
over my bones.

Right on the spot
for where it hurts hard.
I ache where the bruises blot
over my heart.

And we think to ourselves,
It's going to get
loud in here.

Here is where
I get going.
Wish me the best of luck.
Wish you were lucky to have me.


Here is where
you are not.
I wish I could have you.
I wish you could see my bruises blot.