I come to you
Closed hands
Shaking

But you can still see what I tried to hide seeping out through my cracks

I have holes that can never be filled
So in that way
I am open-handed

But unwillingly.

I’m not sure I make sense anymore
Should I just stop taking

You try to calm my shaking hands
But you will never understand I can’t
Or I’m afraid to and you see that

What would happen if i let you see?

You promise to accept me
To forgive me now and in the future for my ways
But it’s not that simple

My hands are open
And closed
Entirely out of my control

Push one button and I’ll drop dead or spring alive

It’s all relatively shakey