I hold onto you too tightly, just how the clouds drift against the the evening sky. i find it comforting watching them, realizing that they are moving with us too everyday, running from something.
or maybe it's just that they are lost, each second farther away from the truth, from where they began, with soon nowhere to go.
they don't seem frightened, they seem at home in the unopened arms of the sky, the fact that nothing ever stays quite the same.
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the way the hardwood floor feels against my hollow cheeks, my gaunt skin, makes me want to surrender. waver through the rays of sunlight, melt into the cracks of the ground.
it makes me want to shorten each unwilling breath until finally nothing hurts, nothing caves onto me, nothing feels anymore.
i hold onto you too tightly, i've realized. my knuckles flourish white, my bones ache against the empty space that keeps widening, without you to fill it.
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the tears to me, memories like bruises, never fading. only becoming more blue as i make another mistake, as the pain creeps through me, as i keep running from something, living for something
trying to reach it before this life ends, something that has became so many things, so many things i don't have. and never will have-
and you- you are now one of them.
