Flow

All the words I wish your fingers could feel
All the times I've wished you could know
The mute despair
Lying stiff in my throat
Like broken teeth and viscous blood

I wish you could speak to my fear

I wish you could hold me
In your arms like oceans
And sooth what my weary muscles remember
All the bruises, all the sour hope
All the screams, all the shattered bones


Erase it all


Years wasted away on the shelf
Gathering dust and growing lackluster
The spark of life within me growing dark
As I sit and wait for the tide to come in
And you to enfold me in your arms like oceans



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