Here is my hand; scribe your name as hard
as you can, scribe and press the pen
scribbles and scratches; ornaments, my hand; a Christmas tree.
Leave me with your pain, your tears, your burdens
for I am a place for all your purposes and their desires,
your intentions and your decisions as well.
You've torn a loose hole in my heart; begetting and begotten by you
Loose hole... Oh!
Your name goes here... and here... here, too.
No!
Yes, all I can think about is you
and no I know I won't ever get back that time.
Time... time...
You've come to a standstill
No one is here, you must go!
Can you listen to the whispers, do you
see these scribbles you've written on my wrists?
Both...
I will never... hush...
It's alright now!
It's not your fault at all
Don't you ever think so
I was never fit for love
never deserving of it in the first place
I'm scared and confused
a state I am In often
due to my lack of knowledge of the world and its' surroundings
I've …
been known to never finish my thoughts and/or sentences
But, do me a favor?
Here is my hand
...my hand
......hand
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