cry,
cry yourself a river.
maybe then, you'll finally have a reason to build a bridge
and get over it.

i hand out my lifeline to you,
quiver in silence,
wondering if you'd ever do the same.

as above so below,
if gravity is not a construct,
which side would i burn
when i wash my face with tears?
which side do i address the papers to
when i bleed them with ink?

as above so below,
please, give me a sign,
how long must i keep doing this?
if i stop trying,
whose side will i be on?
please, give me a sign.
even a second feels longer than a lifetime.