Holding on a thin thread
I see myself walking back
Back to your eyes
How empty, how heartfelt
Pulling back now
The past is terrifying
Our past is beautiful
Too beautiful to put into words
I try to write your hands back on my skin
I beg for the air to sink in my lungs
You robbed me of the last piece of my puzzle
Give me back the good parts of me
Leave with all the doubts
you plan on leaving me with
Pack all the promises
you decided to give to someone else
Shut your mouth
Your hum still ringing in my ears
I want to draw, sketch your face on my mind
Then erase it with all our fights and silences
The aftermath of today's roller coaster feelings
Your name on my tongue,
Your words still seared in my memory
Standing here
holding your almost-gone fingertips
Letting out my last sigh
Hesitating
"You can go now."
Feb 25, 2015
Feb 25, 2015 at 5:54 AM UTC
Holding on a thin thread
I see myself walking back
Back to your eyes
How empty, how heartfelt
Pulling back now
The past is terrifying
Our past is beautiful
Too beautiful to put into words
I try to write your hands back on my skin
I beg for the air to sink in my lungs
You robbed me of the last piece of my puzzle
Give me back the good parts of me
Leave with all the doubts
you plan on leaving me with
Pack all the promises
you decided to give to someone else
Shut your mouth
Your hum still ringing in my ears
I want to draw, sketch your face on my mind
Then erase it with all our fights and silences
The aftermath of today's roller coaster feelings
Your name on my tongue,
Your words still seared in my memory
Standing here
holding your almost-gone fingertips
Letting out my last sigh
Hesitating
"You can go now."
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