Pulled apart by my choice
\nI stood alone
\nAnything to grasp
\nTo feel unbroken
\nAnd there you were, and you said
\nOpen palms for friends
\nBut my heart desired more
\nMore of what I had before
\nAnd so I said okay<\/p>\n
Letting the mud drip
\nAnd dry on my shoulders
\nWeighing every step
\nBut I never noticed
\nBecause I thought
\nThat’s how to feel normal again<\/p>\n
I asked you to help me through
\nBut you said no
\nAnd we reversed to the age of four
\nCrying, going low
\nSwing fists, hurting hard
\nApologies given and forgotten
\nStingers unremoved<\/p>\n
Then in an email sent
\nI wrote “Thank you and I am sorry”
\nAnd the words stopped
\nAnd then the pain stopped<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
Pulled apart by my choice I stood alone Anything to grasp To feel unbroken And there you were, and you said Open palms for friends But my heart desired more More of what I had before And so I said … Continue reading