i can’t fix this
something has given away at the seams
an eyeless needle
is all i possess
so come and sew me up
stitched through and through with scars
but patched up with your kisses
i will threaten
to fall to pieces
all you need to do
is pull the right string
i await to be entangled
in the chaotic confines
of our harmonious mess
there is nothing better than that
which makes me say nothing but yes…
help me please.
i would like to be lost.
don’t let me leave
i just might want to be.
find me please.
i keep straying
just so you would.
live for me
i want to remember
dying again.
dream for me please
if i wake i am afraid
i will live.
speak my words for me
i do not want to say
what i want to.
continue with me.
if i lead
i will wish
to keep me
in you.
“I love you”
you say.
that is what i finally
said to her today.
and in reply
i smile and sigh
and think all the while
why am i for practice?
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