mens rea

you hold it in your hands
and you know it's there;
you know it's there
cos' there's a hurting
coming up your arm;
you hold it so tightly -
your eyes closed;
but hidden in the dark
between the reds and pinks
you know it's there
cos' you can feel it
fall apart;
you know its still there
cos' something keeps pouring
from the heart

you look up every night
and see the moon
hang over you
still,
so you whisper to it
a "thank you"
and swallow it
like a pill;
you sleep with a smile,
with forgiveness
in your ears,
but the sound of
indifference
is always harder to hear.