songs of life

you came into my life and gave breath to a dying soul. you fed me spoonfuls of your heart almost in order to jump-start this abused scrap of metal i had used for so long to take me to her. traveling endless hours hoping one day she'd become the one.
without you, the whole of my heart would have remained in a state of rapidly decaying swiss cheese. dead and full of holes. i resemble a bullet-ridden corpse falling into giant potholes, one after the other, fumbling around aimlessly, carelessly stepping over the delicately placed landmines time appropriately spits out for the already condemned. i'm wearing the sign of my hypocrisy over my head, resting just above my neck where my vein was connected directly into her waning love for me.
i move like a zombie amongst the living. i'm awkward and nimble in weird ways.
the holes in my body would have gotten to me. crept up and swallowed me into nothing if you hadn't reached out and touched me in the places i had forgotten were still alive.
i belong to no one. i hold onto my pain. insufferable, obnoxious, uncontrollable, inconsolable.
only myself, and still it's not enough life to live.
not enough to give of yourself to someone so clear and transparent.
i found you just in time to collapse in your arms and begin again.
your eyes were the last stars i wished on before taking death in.
but you came to me just in time, and sang to me the songs of life that i had to hear in order to breathe on my own.