I’m not clever,
Not quite like you.
All the words that you say,
And they manage to make
It all okay.
I just want to be able,
To hold myself up,
On my own.
I keep finding myself
Drawn to you
And I want to be alone.
But I run to you,
When I can’t stand.
When I feel like
A million hands
Are keeping down
I wanna be strong
Enough to break
Myself away from
This pattern of
Desire and regret
Closure is around
The corner I can feel
It just beyond my reach.
Feb 1, 2018
Feb 1, 2018 at 1:24 PM UTC
I’m not clever,
Not quite like you.
All the words that you say,
And they manage to make
It all okay.
I just want to be able,
To hold myself up,
On my own.
I keep finding myself
Drawn to you
And I want to be alone.
But I run to you,
When I can’t stand.
When I feel like
A million hands
Are keeping down
I wanna be strong
Enough to break
Myself away from
This pattern of
Desire and regret
Closure is around
The corner I can feel
It just beyond my reach.
