Waiting for the train 
I meet a sister named Pain 
Projecting the voices that scream in her brain 
As the women in line turn away…

Look at their phones.

Evade her gaze.


Afraid of what meeting her eyes could create…
I adventure outside
With more time to bide
See a couple whose eyes look like stone
Together in form, but their souls are alone

Turn away.

Don’t stare.

Don’t care.

Don’t feel.

Its not yours to heal.

They are perfect
You are perfect
Life is perfect, just as it is…
Then why does my heart break over and over and over again? 

If Pain is my sister, then she’s mine to claim.