Oil Rigs of Brokeness

We loved all the love out of love and were still unsatisfied, unkempt even.
Desperate for something, anything that would fill our empty bottles and lonely beds.
We saw the lovers in the movies and our souls screamed in uproar
at the fact that we couldn't act the way the actors acted
but oh, how we tried.
We could recite their lines are wear their illusion like old work boots.
We worked on the oil rigs of our brokeness, hoping anything other than
our hurts would manifest.