Onions

For as many times as I have let my heart hit the floor,
I never forget who I am.
The girl I see in the mirror tonight is beautiful.
Dark hair, eyes that lie, and a sad smile.
She's whiskey kisses in the dark,
Cigarette smoke curls and crowns her like a halo.
She is a goddess.
Sometimes, I don't feel like a goddess.
I'm the nicest girl you'll ever meet because I fall in love easily.
I'm a hopless romantic stuck on the corner of walk, don't walk.
A heartbroken hippy who writes happily ever afters and sad songs over coffee.
But just because I give my heart away easily,
Just because I whisper in my sleep,
Just because I walk the line,
It doesn't mean it makes it any easier
When I wake up
To a hole in my chest and a screen full of words.
My knees are skinned,
My words are staccato notes plucked out on a violin.
My feet hurt from walking too far for too long.
But I don't give up.
I know you're out there, somewhere, with a glass of water.
I will bring you my book of heartscathing, stunted poetry.
You will take it from me
and replace it with
Just
As
Much
Love
As
I
Have
Given
Away.
Until then,
I have a screen full of words, and a heart on the floor.