been holding on to you
I've
my fingers
that
and I'm
now
for so long
are stuck in the grasp
afraid that if
try to let go
I
my knuckles are going to crack. be with my broken hands So there not even able to save my own heart all
I'll
as
your
splinters at
it
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feet,
just out of reach.
But
if I
keep clinging, even as you run,
it's
going to rip
me
apart by the sockets
while you just keep moving on.
And
in my mind for so long now my eyes are beginning to ache.
been seeing you
I've
that
The sun
at
while
So here
midnight I
wait,
am
I
with
lights
and
I
you up
wait,
and
wait.
I
my watering eyes
and sting, and turn bright red and then green again, and brighter still because I fail, and I fail, and I fail to turn your head. that burn,
And
I've
been
Their
feeling you, so sharp, for so long
now
my nerves are all on edge.
that
memory of you is never dulledknow your height, and your width, and your
they It's
my skin
on
their
all
way around
And I know-I know-what release
a
I
new
face.
really
need to do:
my grip and close my eyes and scrub till all my skin knows is
the stinging
but
it
won't remember you.
And I need
to gather myself together
inside that burning skin, till my hands have healed my eyes can see again-
to wait
and Till
depth.
raw and sore trying to learn new temperatures and shapes, and my fingertips always seem to get lost
like scraping
I
stronger
can put myself back together
and
finally
be
free
of someone whose hfe
who
will
is
so far away
never have time for me.
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