To Touch You
Your like a hot coal in my hands
A gift from life
thanks life
I set you down
and I pace around
what the fuck am i supposed to with this?
If you had any idea the trouble you caused
I sigh running my fingers through my hair
gripping it, tugging a little to hard
For myself, I was already scared
I have to run ten miles just to sleep
I keep myself busy so I dont think
now here you are
and here I am again
drowning
recounting
the memories with you
my ears ring
an alarming sound
and I begin to float up up up
trying to grab onto anything
to stay on the ground
for me to touch you
is to a wilted flower
touching a flame
and the temptation
is driving me insane
I thought we set this on fire
and the wind had taken the ashes away
but now what might have been
has become what might be one day
but I am sorry, I refuse to choose
because right now
I have far to much to lose
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