just a secret

it’s all just a secret we are
never supposed to know
no one will remember
anything I’ve had to say
when I’m down on
the ground punching
the earth with all of
my might, I am alone
in my grief as my fists
start to bleed, there’s
no one to stop me as
loud as I sob, I just
have to let my muscles
wear out, when I can
barely lift my arms I
struggle back home
where I sit at my desk
and ponder everything
I have just been through
alone

— GB

I bleed feelings

I bleed my feelings up and
down this street, they don’t
splash or stain or run down
the gutter, they are all internal,
weighing heavy on my heart,
where your hands and tears
make it nearly impossible
to take a breath, you have to
come back, it’s your job to
rein me in, to clean me up
and turn me back into the
one you love

— GB