Your face broke like glass that night.
I held it together for you,
skin trickling through my fingers.
The sum of all your
hopes, errors, and ever-will-be’s
Birthday cakes, lease signings, Halloweens,
the man who will one day silence the noise.
These moments deserve you, like so many
others not yet ready to cry for you.
Listen and come back
to me. You can’t have
her. We need her.
Come back. Come
back. I won’t let you have her.
Mar 3, 2016
Mar 3, 2016 at 3:54 AM UTC
Your face broke like glass that night.
I held it together for you,
skin trickling through my fingers.
The sum of all your
hopes, errors, and ever-will-be’s
Birthday cakes, lease signings, Halloweens,
the man who will one day silence the noise.
These moments deserve you, like so many
others not yet ready to cry for you.
Listen and come back
to me. You can’t have
her. We need her.
Come back. Come
back. I won’t let you have her.
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