He says he can’t fall asleep without me
placing a smile between his cheek-bones.
So I ripped the framed frown
from my face
and placed it upside-down, under his nose.
He complains the frame ain’t big enough.
I gaze into thin air, expressionless.
I do not have an ounce of my soul left to give
but maybe if I cry hard enough, I could quench his thirst.
Maybe framed frowns, plastered upside-down
in its simplest form -are still framed frowns.
But they were plastered with lasting sacrifice and sticky love!
It hurts to hand out your heart and to be criticized for the way it’s gift-wrapped.
You tear me into pieces so you can feel your happiest
while I collect the tears dropping;
I measure up my sadness.
You’re thirsty for sweet dreams..
and I’m starving just to fall asleep.