If I could
I would nail these hands to the clouds and sacrifice myself to the sky
Hoping to resurrect as someone spiteful enough to not care about you
I’ve seen how you can be
Right next to me
But also a thousand miles away
I’ve seen the way that the space between two people can be measured by the
Number of times they look at each other
But with you I see nothing
You take until I have nothing left
And then you hold a grudge against my hands for being empty
The worst part being
I held you for the longest time
The way a boat holds water
I should have left when I felt us sinking
Now my only fear is that I will drown
A fear acting as a catalyst
For the resentment I feel
For your spite and hatred
That were the substrates of mine
A fear so denaturing
The most courageous parts of me couldn’t bear
But what is courage
If not fear that has said its prayers?
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