these stomach pains
created by of my lack of faith
in the hollow part of my chest
make me feel so weak.
when your hand moves across me
like wind through the trees
the clouds move slow,
white, like my cracking bones.
im not safe here at all
only with you,
understanding when i say
that im lost.
for once id like to feel comfort in arms
other than yours.
maybe my own so that i don't
wish i was gone.
my heads filled with thoughts
that i can’t ignore. (now)
the time that it takes for me to find a place
where ill be alone
is making it so hard
to finally realize that its all my fault. (now)
im grabbing at my only chance to be strong but how
will you make me see these thoughts
i have embodied in myself?