Between the lines
of now and then,
you’re drawing me
with ink and pen.
Every ridge
and every curve
you’re carving out
what I deserve.
Tangled veins
and knotted hair,
a thunderstorm
of senseless care.
Between the breaths
of God and man-
You’re writing me
just as I am.
With fractured bones
and black-hole eyes,
painted purple,
ringed with lies.
All I am
is what you see
and what you make
is all I’ll be.

Write
Write
Write
You mustn’t forget
Write
Write
Write
If you don’t you’ll regret
Write
Write
Write
I'm afraid I'm obsessed
Write
Write
Write
Or slightly possessed
Write
Write
Write
You must do it with order
Write
Write
Write
Or the words will get stuck
Write
Write
Write
To make the voices stop
Write
Write
Write
I have to get them out
Write
Write
Write
Afraid of my own thoughts
Write
Write
Write*
I am prisoner to my mind
WRITE
WRITE
WRITE
                  

              






Please someone help me

When I asked you to fix me,
You told me I wasn't broken.
But, let this soak in.
I just wanted to know,
If i was still a pretty enough picture to be worth, agonizing over a puzzle.
Even when it's a struggle.
And you have to nuzzle each piece into place,
Kissing the pieces bent out of shape,
Searching for pieces gone missing,
But you can't make a raisin back into a grape.
Yes, I Remember your middle name
And who says we can't celebrate failure?
Don't be sad, we tried, we tried.
When you write your story in the sand it washes away with the tide.
It isn't our fault.
We may have cut ourselves open, But we didn't ask for the salt in our
wounds
Can I still say "we"?
I guess you're kind of done with me.
I don't blame you, Puzzles are frustrating.
they're a tease.
Please, tell me I haven't lost the most important piece.
Tell me I haven't lost
you.

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