Hesitation Marks
Remember what you had that was great.
In the spring I felt my blindness give way,
And watched her pick flowers outside of the gate.
She asked if I had made it that far astray,
Just to waver there alone that day.
Nothing matters and then everything does
The moment you buckle at her touch.
I gave her everything I was.
I let her drown into every inch of my skin;
I told her I'd never fall in love again.
But I've killed myself so often in my mind,
That I can't always tell if I'm alive.
She cried when she saw it the very first time.
She said I was cold beyond what she could
Hold onto anymore.
I couldn’t bring myself to touch her
The way I longed to before.
I watched her collect her things, waver at the door.
I never had to ask what for.
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