Keep me up.
I\'m waiting.
I\'m saving this last breath before I close my eyes for the promise of release.
Hang on and hold tight to this reality.
I\'m tired and a liar and not half as strong as I need to be.
I\'m sorry.
Please...
I don\'t even know what it is to be me.
I\'m scrounging for familiarity, soaking in moments like sunshine,
Desperate to be happy.
But who isn\'t?
With our hands shoved in your pockets
we\'re sharing body heat.
It pleases me to share these little intimacies
but I can\'t find peace
In pieces.
There is no peace for a stained glass mind like mine
and yet you say you love me.
Just maybe
because I\'m beautiful this way.
and so your kindness shines
through every pane.