When your hand reaches, grasping mine
It's like I'm pulled through the ice on the pond my own imagination

With fingers waking
I fall from the clouds without landing
And return to the wandering desertless streams

Until you squeeze again
I forget who I am

I hiss and withdraw
lacerated
to the core
retreating behind my thicket
of thorns
fangs bared against
beleaguered attempts
to shred the serendipity
I've fought relentlessly
to nurture.

-Esther L. Krenzin-
-Roguesong-

I hold you up so high, it’s like you could grasps the spangled stars that are in mere reach of you;
and I wonder why sometimes,
for I too deserve this divine view

We talked today.
I'm not sure if it affected you as it did me,
but,
I'm not willing to stand here,
my bleeding heart in my hands,
waiting for a sign from you that it's okay to let go.
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We spoke today,
and I broke down sobbing.
I truly believe that I **** everything up,
everything, everyone that I love,
I ruin them.
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We bled today,
waiting for those we love to love us back,
but,
we're not patient enough to be the ones
holding hearts in bleeding hands.

everyone says that habits hold you back,
but i think i liked you better that way.
it was easier when you had something
to keep your ego from overtaking
everything.