Now that I`m up off of my knees, I finally see you how they always have,
Not just the fish-net knee highs, and all the little scabs.
I see your eyes are swollen and sad and your wild hair may not be just due to the fad.
Your arms are still beautiful though they`re ridden with holes,
If you`re gonna drink the Kool-Aid make sure your bare feet have the right soles.
I saw the lightning flash, I heard the thunder do it`s thing,
I felt an unhappy ending, as I cleaned up after the final bash.
The painted toenail shouted,
My heart sank when you found it.
I heard the ghosts of bad loves past,
They hum to me each evening.
There are words that you say to me, my vocabulary hasn`t grasped,
I hope to learn them one day,
They woke me up, weeping this morning.