Your hands were tired
of holding me together,
holding me to ground,
keeping me safe from myself
and my fate.
And when you were no longer there
I could go anywhere in the world,
live different lives,
and see the world anew.
Wait for the death
of my sorrow.
Or **** myself with what I am.
All this I have found
at the cost of
losing earth, me, and you,
to name a few.
Mar 20, 2018
Mar 20, 2018 at 2:35 AM UTC
Your hands were tired
of holding me together,
holding me to ground,
keeping me safe from myself
and my fate.
And when you were no longer there
I could go anywhere in the world,
live different lives,
and see the world anew.
Wait for the death
of my sorrow.
Or **** myself with what I am.
All this I have found
at the cost of
losing earth, me, and you,
to name a few.
