stitching seams back together again
with rusty needles..
and sometimes i wish i would
contract tetnis and die..

for every strand of thread holding
my heart together isn't strong enough..
and every word you say to make
me feel like being alive just
grows darker in the womb.

and.. i can't speak novels
like i used to..
i can't act happy for the
life of me.. and i pour
over books and remedies
..

but i know the answer..

it just doesn't seem logical..


my heart pants for his..
scrapes and screams for
only his voice.. only his arms..

and i'm left draped over rafters
wondering how i got here..
hanging over every drink
from the night before..

and i still miss you..


i..

miss..

your.

heart.


we had eachother from the
start and now i don't know where
it ended..
or where it tried to end..

where did our love escape?


i'm still hanging over every word.

still grasping every answer i can find..

but still not finding the right ones..
i need an excuse to not love
you anymore..

and you won't give me one.


please give me an excuse
because i can't dangle by
strings anymore..


i love you..


so goodbye.

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