ScrapeTonight, I want to
say something wonderful…
life’s a bitch when
you fall down and
skin your knees,
isn’t it?
The grate of asphalt
against tender skin,
scraped raw and embedded
with grim and rock. Tripping
and falling face first, much
like a fool in love.
The sight of blood
just makes me sick,
and the sting it brings
shoots up and down
my legs, striking against
my twanging nerves.
Tears of frustration burn
my eyes, as warmth born
from distress colors
my cheeks. Time to find the
antiseptic and the bandaids--
You’d think I’d learn.
But no, it’s a fact of life.
We fall down, we get back
up, we fall down again—an endless
cycle of hurt, that’s life. But there’s something
wonderful in this kind of falling
that we must realize…
Falling down is nothing
compared to falling in love,
and skinned knees are a hell
of a lot easier to fix than
broken hearts.
Written by me