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Sep 2016
Time does not bring back excitement
Time does not bring back chills
It falls through our hands like running water
Running, flying through the seconds and days
spent with you

I would rip off my skin and patch you with it
You would claw at the stresses that come my way
But time will show us the ugly details
The print we did not read before we signed

I could turn myself into a monster
Thinking about all the things I know you like
I would tape and cut all my flaws
So I would not be such a strain, to you and myself, my love

Time has made your face too familiar
It drained me of all the reasons I once held so dear
And you swim in my mind every place that I go  
Will I ever wring myself clean of you

And you say it is fine as if those words change my mind
And they do every time because I never follow through

Time heals and time changes
And love is something that pushes, pulls
on our insides
Time hurts and time brings new
And love is the chain that keeps me from
walking away from you

And we have dug this hole
We have dragged ourselves all the way down
We have fallen, we have bones broken
And all that's left to do is to stare at each other
Into black hole eyes
Janey Rose
Written by
Janey Rose  Syracuse
(Syracuse)   
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