'It's the Best Place

the house is silent today,

and i'm thinking about you,

and the way you carry your troubles in the bags under your eyes,
and the alcohol running in your veins.

and i couldn't help but notice that you've got bruises in your smile that keep turning purple when the guilt bubbles up,
and your knees are beginning to give into your tight jeans, trying to hold up your heart.

i keep thinking about the way i just want to hold your hand, and wash the needles out of your lungs.
i want to run my hands through your hair, and remind you not let the stars fall from your eyes just because gravity keeps trying to push them out.

you've been sewing your lips shut, and holding your hands in your pockets,
like the fabric could keep you from falling apart.
[maybe it's the only thing that is]


the house is too loud to hear over today,
and i'm thinking about wrapping ribbons around your wrist.