loss.

what hands are hands without being held?
my fingers have broken under pressure
from clenching my fists, breaking every force in front of me.

expressions of colorless vogues.

paint brushes of obvious anxiety.

tears of everything in between.

my mind is sputtering out of control,
a loss of words run endless and desperate.
i cant end this with just a period.

you've been my eyes since the day i met you.
the moment you took me in, i never took the time for an exit.
it didn't exist.
i took batteries out of clocks,
i burned calenders,
to make sure i would always have you.
that our time would never end.

but i could only guess that some day someone lost track of time,
and put the batteries back in.
and i could only guess that someone needed the time of day,
so they nailed calenders upon my walls.
time can only hold so many seconds that youre with me.
and im broken without you here...