we're all a tangle of skin and bones

trying to make something

out of nothing

we try to make love;

 from the dreams,

 from the little that we've been given

but somehow

 we always get driven

into pieces;

heartbreak scattered around our name

that always seems to be the end game

you and i 

we both know

that it's all a sick show

we have a life to play

and

mold from dirty clay

i want to stay 

but

my heart will fray

and 

slowly tear away

day 

by 

day

Ankita Bhat