leaky faucets
my eyes leak
like the old pipes here
a little bit broken
unless you angle them right
but i’ve been off kilter
since you left
bent me out of shape
careless
your words were gentle
apologetic
but your eyes were unfocused
like you couldn’t bear
to look at me
and see the mess i’d make
so i continue to pour
my heart out to you
and my pain through my eyes
dripping
leaking what could have been love
yet your hands are open
and cannot hold me
i need you to say something
or maybe you have
and i didn’t hear
over the rushing in my ears
emotions like waves
the ebb and flow
uncertainty
of where we stand
and tears drip like blood
while i wait
for you
to fix this
so i can stop
dripping
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