Monday, December 2, 2013


i know the way silence grips
clasped against esophagus
all answers from diverted eyes
Are lies
breaths meant to cloak the quiet with comfort
will cause
Even the mightiest to crumble

the look of fear
to stay
for fear
not to be left alone
will love as less than deserved
will give quiet and kisses
will not stay
as long as you hope

I know the promise to run
To acknowledge the leave before the quakes
Before you are left with space
But who has ever regretted trying to tie love sill steel fingertips
Those who have tried to make the crumbling stick?

The only tears we remember
Are the ones that fell
When we realized our cowardice
In walking away

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