he drew lines
[I am not happy, but I am not any less alive]
said I owed him loads of money
I offered my skin in the mirror
or heaven in my blood
but he said, he didn’t need any …
he would not crown my love
[some people get unhappy trying to get happy]
‘said I brought him misfortune
folks from my past stood heavily on my eyelids
they said I needed a little lesson
[sometimes,you just need to live with your eyes closed]
for years, I dug a tunnel to him
but he threw sandbags around his heart
‘said love is a thief and it’d cost him his sanity
[don’t wait to be found]
my friends said breathe soon you’ll wake up
with grey in your hair
I looked to the sky for meaning
birds told me what to hope for
‘said you wade in the water or you drown
[don’t wait to be understood]
but I don’t believe what anyone says anymore
I once saw happiness flying with pigs
‘said it’ll come down for me one day
I laughed and let it go
[even pain knows when to stay away]
the sieve and the sand 
freaky every time I read one of you’re poems i’m just upset you don’t write more.
maybe you need to bottle it up for a bit in order for it to overflow out…
still… i’d love to see more even 1/2 this good
This is realllly good. Not that everything on here isn’t, but this especially struck my fancy. The imagery is exemplary.
Love the brackets too. Always wanted to write a poem with brackets. Not sure why though. But I still love the brackets.
Thanks guys !
@ Mugs: I don’t promise anything, I even wonder if it wasn’t for sieveandsand if I’d write as “much”.
@ Beighrtman: Long life to brackets !
thus the reason the sieve was born
This is wonderful. I’ve read it about eight times now.