Now I have
More holes. More words I already knew in a way I’d never heard but I already heard it and it was still beautiful and I
Now I have more holes.
The numbers matched and if everything else has been as it has been and I think and I keep running away from it because
I can’t do this alone.
Things unsaid so there’s no proof to point to but the truth within,
Knows what was heard regardless of the sharing of them and watching it happen just takes
Just makes it worse now.
Running to the sky, away I can’t do it I can’t stay if there’s nothing here that sees and wants to stay with me
Straight away.
I can’t do this again. Not to my self again.
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