sticky hands
It left residue on these 2 hands
so much that u won't shake them
you won't grab them when these hands are reaching out
You're scared these dirty hands might infect you
these 2 hands
they're bruised from the anger
scarred from the anxiety
& sticky from the memories he left
these hands are worn
exhausted
& weary
looking for rest
so when they reach out
these hands, this heart- they're in distress
and even though these hands are sticky
I am not asking you to clean them
Just hold them
make them feel seen
cuz there's residue now
but one day these 2 hands will be clean
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