she slept heavily

she slept heavily and counted
stars and ghosts and
sheep to where you are and
preferred her wine in paper
cups [not] to hide her
wounds [but] to find
her luck she hung her
rugs up on the
wall she ran on eggshells [broke
them all] she cried and
cried and lied to
eyes that should have known
her better
+
[because] shoes are shoes and trees
are trees but hands were
meant for holding [please] the
crescent moon will
shine on you but only
if you let it
she slept heavily and counted
doors [but] she's not
counting anymore you'll
get to 10 and start
again and
never really dream
[well] lamps are lamps and
feet are feet but there's
magic in her
heart's beat the
kind that only comes
from loving and
losing and living [all]
before you fall asleep