you break my wrists
fighting to keep me from
setting the fire i'd set
to keep you from
my self destruction.
but this aint your play,
this aint the ink youve bled
in search of a soul's right
to battle the burdens of
such a broken head!
i cringe at the thought
of you thinking
you could ever know
just what demons
ive had to love
to learn that the battle is still worth
being fought!
how many sorries
and how many breathless replies
will it take to outweigh
the burden
of such unwilling eyes?
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