'breakups' is written on the worn sweater
she wears in this warm weather.
The sweater seems frayed at all possible seams,
granting her an aura of need,
Deceitful indeed!
My discernful bloodshot eyes, fueled by lack and a giving heart
has had to learn to tell genuine from whack.
So, I know she does not need what she's stretching out her hands for
she already has a handful
and she doesn't deserve mine, too.
But she persists
and the silence between me and her assists to wear me out.
My weary spirit begs my pride to let my eyes
to let go.
(And go to what?
its dark out there, and I never had a backup plan.
Not to say I'm scared, I don't have the energy to run)
I'll maybe opt to give her her due
but it will go with the defiance
that I've been standing on, hanging on to you,
clutching instinctively to your limb hand.
"For her sake, for yours," she begs,
"you have to free yourself from this false strength
it will eat, bit by bit, defeat you
and I'll watch you fall dead, folded,
with the tears you wont let me have frozen in your face;
worthless ice behind lifeless eyes, punchlines in a big love joke.
Let me
help you not to Hiro back and live today in yesteryears
as many do, and waste their years.
Take my hand
and place your tears."
I cant do it.
it will wash away everything.
(a quick write I've just done. just lettin out emotion.)