I don’t want to sit here anymore.
I'm done.
I won't come back.
There’s no one to wait for.
Call his name—
I dare you.
See?
Let me go.
Wash those hands clean.
And twenty years hence, take my place.
And if he comes—
if he dares—
swallow your pride
and smile.
Wait 'til the last breath.
Just.
Overcome the angel
and wonder.
Aug 14, 2011
Aug 14, 2011 at 11:54 AM UTC
I don’t want to sit here anymore.
I'm done.
I won't come back.
There’s no one to wait for.
Call his name—
I dare you.
See?
Let me go.
Wash those hands clean.
And twenty years hence, take my place.
And if he comes—
if he dares—
swallow your pride
and smile.
Wait 'til the last breath.
Just.
Overcome the angel
and wonder.
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