Split, torn,.
The colors blind me,.
I have lost my way,.
The universe folds unto me,.
The burdening weight of my fate,.
Novas and wormholes,.
Strip me naked,.
I stand before you reborn,.
A lamb,.,.,.,

I try so hard,.
To erase, to discard,.
This feeling of incredible angst,.
Long awaited trials that are never tried,.
Twisted rivers of your lips leaving me tongue tied,.
Everything I do seems to pertain to you,.
All I see, even in the brightest of day, or the darkest of nights,.
I see you standing there with questionable invite,.
Please, I beg of you,.
To just begin to see this through,...,,

If you were near,.
Would there be as much fear,?
  
If I could get into an Uber and see you tomorrow,.
Would you be mine to follow,?
  
If the fabric of Einstein's space could fold,.
Would I be there for you to hold,.
  
If the very ground between us impacted like nature's fists, tectonic plates,.
Would we be able to find a place,.
  
To lie on a grassy knoll, staring at the stars,.
And wonder how we got this far,.
  
To take a chance is to risk it all,.
Yet there never would be anything,  
if everyone was crippled by fear of fall.,.,.

Everything is falling apart,.
A crumbling heart,.
Held together by plaster decaying from the rain,.
The fear and the pain,.
Is consistent with death,.
A lifeless, last breath,.
That we took when we held hands,.
In the ill forgotten lands,.
That were foraged by giants,.
Holding onto the nothingness of their clients,.
The fall of them is astounding,.
The emotions I feel are crippling,.
When all is going well,.
Is when the other half wants to empty the wishing well,.,.,

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                     being rewound
and repeating
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