I've Got Nothing Left To Kiss And Tell Poem by Mark Heathcote

I've got nothing left to kiss and tell
That's how much I hurt now like hell
And I don't need a saviour
So don't even bother reminding me
Of my own, one-time sordid misbehaviour
So don't even-throw-stones at me
Because I refuse to break
I refuse to hurt or ache.

I've got nothing left to kiss and tell
That's how much I hurt now like hell
And I don't need any guidance
So don't even try to map my future out
I've already learned to live in subsidence
I need little; I'll find water in a drought
And in the near future, I'll thrive
Cause I've learned how to survive.

I've got nothing left to kiss and tell
That's how much I hurt now like hell
But I'll cleave-open a heaven
Like a rainbow in the air.
Gold's at the end of the road I reckon
Not everything can be unfair
And I'll find love someday, I swear
Cause I believe in the power of prayer.

I've got nothing left to kiss and tell
That's how much I hurt now like hell
But faith is an ember ever-present
And if I sleep, it's only a short hibernation
A tear on closed pressed lips like dew omnipresent
A call to the spring to wake
Look around this world there's nothing completely opaque.