Strike me down.
The finality would do me well.
Better for my soul
Than this silent guessing game.
Collecting hints
In the form of bruises and unspoken words.
A stomach left
Intentionally empty save for the caffine
And acid swirling,
Snarling at it's cage like my soul to my mind,
Causing my muscles
To shiver and freeze as I slave to
Fit them together,
But my hands are shaking and
The edges are blurred
Like my vision through the building tears.
It's not that I haven't
Tried to give you something better,
But my own heart
Was winded by a glancing blow,
And given pause
By a fear that missing was a mistake
On your part.
Still, somewhere inside my dreams
And daytime's visions
I smile as I imagine you not failing
Next time.
I wish you luck
The finality would do me well.
Better for my soul
Than this silent guessing game.
Collecting hints
In the form of bruises and unspoken words.
A stomach left
Intentionally empty save for the caffine
And acid swirling,
Snarling at it's cage like my soul to my mind,
Causing my muscles
To shiver and freeze as I slave to
Fit them together,
But my hands are shaking and
The edges are blurred
Like my vision through the building tears.
It's not that I haven't
Tried to give you something better,
But my own heart
Was winded by a glancing blow,
And given pause
By a fear that missing was a mistake
On your part.
Still, somewhere inside my dreams
And daytime's visions
I smile as I imagine you not failing
Next time.
I wish you luck
